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Yeah, yeah,
Yeah,
in case you was wondering
I did make the

Yeah, we just (children of the world)
And they wonder why we
Cause police do the same, the only rival gang
I'm just here, praying to my father
Tired of today, scared of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could borrow? Cause living cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college free
Plus college ain't me, sitting in the
Questions rushing in my but I'm too proud to ask
Take it all in stride, teacher talking
And I want to be fly
What good is a degree there's no jobs to apply?
And fast won't do 'cause you overqualified
I'm feeling hustling
Tired of the foodstamps and
in so much work with school buzzing in
God, and I risk the only things we be in
All else fails, I'm in a casket fuck it then
Either get or die poor
Nigga fell short and got jammed up, but he tried
I'm pretty sure my first were "survival"
Looking for the to my problems in the Bible
Cause we try and decode all the secrets
My with God always seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my like "we got to make this work"
My found time to leave me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My relationships got me like "what up, ho? "
I'm just bitter, I ain't asking what you for
As disrespectful, I
I was just saying, if you wonder why I you "bitch"
Cause we just, I look up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The and the broads and the kicks
Is something to strive for when you never had shit
I'm feeling what the fuck, they want my soul
Like my ain't enough
If I can't my own government, who can I trust?
If I myself daily, who can I love?
might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the rubber or I have a kid
The to all the things that my father did
the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit
They me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything the sun but they ain't after K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn't swag
Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag
tags, model bitches, couldn't brag enough
Bubble kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag
Steady acting like I ain't had
Ten chains on your like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I crash enough
On the track like I'm crack, bag it up
I tell niggas to back it up
My like Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes like I ain't the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't the wake
That's too lyrical, he round busting
Mississippi? Well, he don't sound
He be down cause it's '05, I swear
The game's a pound of
So anything I sell's a of air
Yeah, with me