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

Yeah, cause we (children of the world)
And wonder why we bang
police do the same, that's the only rival gang
I'm sitting here, praying to my father
of today, forever scared of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't
I dropped out of school, pops, college ain't free
Plus college ain't me, sitting in the
Questions in my brain but I'm too proud to ask
it all in stride, teacher talking physics
And I want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's no jobs to
And fast food won't do 'cause you
I'm like hustling
of the foodstamps and budgeting
Running in so work with school buzzing in
God, and I risk the only things we be in
All else fails, I'm in a like fuck it then
get rich or die poor
Nigga fell short and got jammed up, but he though
I'm sure my first words were "survival"
for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we just try and decode all the
My conversations with God always seem him speechless
And even when I was at my worst like "we got to make work"
My girl found time to me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me "what up, ho? "
I'm just bitter, I ain't asking what you for
As disrespectful, I
I was just saying, if you why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just, guess I look up to the
I saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The and the broads and the kicks
Is something to strive for when you ain't never had
I'm feeling what the fuck, they want my soul
Like my ain't enough
If I trust my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse daily, who can I love?
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure
be the day that the rubber bust or I have a kid
The pride to all the that my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper
They gave me Hell I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but ain't after K.R.I.T.
I I didn't swag enough
Stupid fruity chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, bitches, couldn't brag enough
kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag enough
Steady like I ain't had enough
Ten on your neck like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't enough
On the track I'm pushing 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 seeing the
Too fresh to death, I couldn't the wake
That's too lyrical, he round busting
Well, he don't sound Southern
He be down cause it's since '05, I
The a pound of Reggie
So I sell's a breath of air
Yeah, with me