Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can
It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
To livin in a house with food my stomach
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,
But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations
I was starving, didn't have money to buy food
And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot
It's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,
But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
Police at the door sing like denzel and king kong.
But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone
And as i can't gather enough food to eat
Of a convertible elopin' to get married
To start shit bigger than king kong
But just when it gets good, she's gone
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