Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers
Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke
Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke
The poor stay poor, only the rich get status
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
People label me as soft, emotional and poor
Uh, i'm tryna learn something new
If your broke its cuz i broke you
It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,
Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer
The day bill gates go broke is the day we broke
And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road
I feel so broke inside
Me and you i think we should ride
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