After this eighth be high like out of middle school
People label me as soft, emotional and poor
It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
Corrupted construction caused your death via action
And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
I'm spiritually corrupted
I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.
I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy
Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor
But she forgot about the golden rule
I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
For beating another misinformed poor stoner
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