People label me as soft, emotional and poor
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,
Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas
Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?
I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
I represent the desperation of the poor
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
The poor stay poor, only the rich get status
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
She all that i can handle
We have nothing in common, poodle
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle
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