Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
The poor stay poor, only the rich get status
I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
For beating another misinformed poor stoner
Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks
Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say
Cause lately iv been going by jose n stocking on my prey
The flight is canceled due to poor sky conditions
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
I turn you to a poor bitch
Never agree with that message
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