My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
The rich didn't think to see, plastic skin slippin' from chin to feet
Yo let’s take it back to hip-hop from the top of the show,
Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero
Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons
It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
Emotions from me to you soon rap will be true, just wait til i give the que,
This black snake moan is somethin' to suck bitch
Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich
You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha
It's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,
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