I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good
No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped
Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard
These bitch ass niggas dont wanna start the beef
But now i'm pointin the finger at police
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one
Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain
I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
You niggas corny as fuck, i'm just a horny ass jock
A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop
Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
We gotta get back to what really matters
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
All you lookin ass niggas need some originality
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