Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,
Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good
To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,
Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday
Face palming poverty/
What them tippers don't see
How ironic, leave them in poverty, don't believe? that's true,
Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you
I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post
Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,
Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse
Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,
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