People label me as soft, emotional and poor
But me and my brother never made it out school
You make it hard living,
I was born to do the damn thing
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
And dying every second im living
They got all this money while people are poor
I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school
Never quitting always spitting never living
Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting
I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,
Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,
Got the perfect plan to help me get her
Flapjack, ooh he bring
But boy you aint living
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