Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,
Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,
The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool
But she forgot about the golden rule
Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor
It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,
I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool
Yeah, we get this cabbage
I turn you to a poor bitch
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