By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school
Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor
I'm going hard for the days i was poor
But she forgot about the golden rule
We gotta get back to what really matters
Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor
And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,
For beating another misinformed poor stoner
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for
It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
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