I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,
Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring
$100 measles man, issue me with ego man
Why are you talking about your gang
That was my adrenaline talking
They clapping and we balling
Talking about a friend, of a friend
I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent
Your words engraved on my body
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Talking about fight club,
They just don't give a fuck
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