There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,
Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool
After this eighth be high like out of middle school
Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor
Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
For beating another misinformed poor stoner
While you starin' over your shoulder
Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school
Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood
People label me as soft, emotional and poor
All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school
Your raps so poor you need a layaway
What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray
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