We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,
I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,
Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you
How ironic, leave them in poverty, don't believe? that's true,
The optimistic, pro on the lottery
There's much more to life than just the poverty
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
We was dead at our first breath, born into poverty
Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,
Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich
Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,
‘bout that money probly like a fucking robbery
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