Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,
Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks
Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves
If you're spending than there ain't no better way to spend it,
Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Sometimes i'm dripping, times are spending just asking
Hey take a hard look at my drive nigga no hacking
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
He's still shitting, whether he's on salary paid hourly
You mistreated how magic is supposed to be used instead of savings
Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce
We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings
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