Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school
The poor stay poor, only the rich get status
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
They say theres plenty fish in the sea
Where you belong with your family
I let you know you dealing with dogs
Rock your face like mountaintops
Finish line with the tire marks
(verse 1 starts when bass starts)
Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
Bass drop, low end is a gut punch
Man but this ain't no sign language
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