Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school
Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor
She hangs up, and calls a friend
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
The poor stay poor, only the rich get status
I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love
I trust you, you're my imaginary friend
So the next time you feel like your world's about to end
People label me as soft, emotional and poor
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
I represent the desperation of the poor
Just say he's the best
Put your faith in christ my friend
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >