Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can
Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang
Bet i'm heavy with that
Mum and dad dintnt like it
Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,
Everybody coming home deserve a white benz
Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,
Got a little too much confidence and seem shook
Streched, skin pulled out, it's limits being met, but don't fret
You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
To yearn for what you set out to be, they won't stop covering you up, being shady.
My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw
Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,
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