And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that
Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,
It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for
Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store
A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack
From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,
Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
And if you pay for that yourself
Growing up by myself
Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,
This song about you, then you probably need to leave
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