Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
They got all this money while people are poor
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good
Thats my everyday living.
I'm the sushi king
Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,
But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school
Momma said i should reconsider law school
Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor
Now youre living opposite to the position youd be living
Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building
You make it hard living,
Money ain't a thing
I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school
Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor
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