And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
I'm after you bringing traffic through
I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
When i grew up, i was thrown from agency to agency
I grew up there what a looser,
Sneaker may come sooner
Grew up in the darkness like i was bain
I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame
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