Would it surprise you if i told you facts about the poor whites,
Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites
Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental
And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,
The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool
People label me as soft, emotional and poor
You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,
To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats
And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,
By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
They got all this money while people are poor
My whip is new but i'm playin' old school
All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would
I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.
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