The poor stay poor, only the rich get status
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,
And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her
Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet
Sicken feeling running thought my head
Brain compulsions, fucking with my head
The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead
Cant take meds without pigs in your head,
We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check
I represent the desperation of the poor
I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school
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