I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
People label me as soft, emotional and poor
Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool
Your raps so poor you need a layaway
I’m on this one way headed where the slums play
Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit
That poor guy cant even take a hit
It all goes back to when i dropped outta school
I'm going hard for the days i was poor
The poor stay poor, only the rich get status
I never gave a fuck and that's what they love
For beating another misinformed poor stoner
No matter who gon' show up i make em move over
I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
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