My whole family's hating what i'm becoming
If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,
They infiltrate our homes, africa
Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga
Who you were becoming
Hoping that he's listening
Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Who you were becoming
Money ain't a thing
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
These critics ain’t never been poor or experienced hardship,
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