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

Yeah, cause we (children of the world)
And they why we bang
police do the same, that's the only rival gang
I'm just sitting here, to my father
Tired of today, forever of tomorrow
a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college free
college ain't me, sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my but I'm too proud to ask
it all in stride, teacher talking physics
And I just to be fly
What good is a when there's no jobs to apply?
And fast won't do 'cause you overqualified
I'm like hustling
of the foodstamps and budgeting
Running in so much work with buzzing in
God, and I risk the only things we be in
All else fails, I'm in a casket like it then
get rich or die poor
Nigga fell and got jammed up, but he tried though
I'm pretty sure my words were "survival"
Looking for the answers to my problems in the
Cause we just try and decode all the
My conversations God always seem leave him speechless
And even I was at my worst like "we got to make this work"
My girl found time to me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me "what up, ho? "
I'm bitter, I ain't asking what you fuck for
As disrespectful, I
I was saying, if you wonder why I call you "bitch"
we just, guess I look up to the pimps
I ain't it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The and the broads and the kicks
Is something to strive for you ain't never had shit
I'm feeling like the fuck, they want my soul
Like my ancestors' ain't
If I can't my own government, who can I trust?
If I myself daily, who can I love?
Shorty might AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the bust or I have a kid
The pride to all the things my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on rapper shit
gave 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 enough
fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, bitches, couldn't brag enough
Bubble kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag
Steady like I ain't had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you ain't enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I crash enough
On the like I'm pushing crack, bag it up
I tell these niggas to it up
My bitch like Scar's, the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my like I ain't seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't the wake
too lyrical, he been round busting
Mississippi? Well, he don't Southern
He be down cause since '05, I swear
The game's a pound of
So I sell's a breath of air
Yeah, fuck me