Lyrics:
annual vacation for your summer dive
Remember every night your brother's out doing a dumpster dive
You flew to Italy, and simply you don't pity me, but I
a family
And I'm forced to look at him and say "you mean
You're guessin"
The population is getting higher,
The poverty poor, the pregnant tired
Are waiting
don't you give your money
To that lying cheating man
Oh now, saturday night in Harlem
Everything's alright
Huh now, shake your thing
from your eyes
Oh I will bear the hunger, we poor
(Mama don't cry)
I admire the time you stood by me through all of the bad times
Mama, scold me
Got the women telling me that I ain't cute
But my Mom thinks I am so bitch fuck you
I got mad swag
I got hella ice
2 bags from the Irving just to be
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh ooooh
I just need some of your
Time
Yeah,
Won’t a day go by where you don’t cross my
Mind
When you need give me a call girl you know
thoughts racing
My long days give me short patience
My heart vacant, awards taken
What in tarnation, no information
No statements, young mula, all mula, mula
you stand by your king, yeah, that Coretta shit (ayy)
In the world with no one to trust, know you can trust me (trust me)
Just know that I'm stay
the President
But will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the
Eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of being scapegoats for
This capitalistic drug dealing
How
Could you drop it one time for me
Bring your body close right by me
Hop up on me lil bad bunny
Dancing by lonely
Cause my only
Doesn't know me yet
I guess you don't give a fuck
About the money then
How much 40 grand a piece
No down the middle
No no no no no no no no
That ain't even enough
My intuition had said I was
Suited for family ties
My mama is stressin', my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas ride
Every minute, hour,
when he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
My intuition has said I was suited for family ties
My mama is stressing, my daddy tired
I
teaches us to be white
Tell me tell me tell me
Tell me tell me tell me
The poor are getting pressed on by the rich
the poor man wants yours and the rich man
kid said simple and plain
Let's battle - it kinda took me by surprise
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got
was poor)
Now we on top just, me and my team
Now we on top just, me and my team
Hopped outta that Rari
If I hurt your feelings I'm sorry
Six more
the beat-walking cop
Who made you this way?
Throw it back away
Throw it back away
Throw it back away
Throw it back away!
Give me your tired your poor
Your huddled
it as I go (give it as i go)
I came so far, still remember when I was poor (when I was poor baby)
Baby I don't want your sympathy, I just want your
on
And give your man some rock 'n' roll
And get yourself some sweet rock 'n' roll
I'm just a soldier of fortune
Must be the gypsy in me
I ain't along when I
They don't give a fuck about us
Just what they selling on tv
They don't give a fuck about us
Believe me
Lets talk about this bitch ass country
Cah me seh jump up, clap unnuh hand and siddung
Get up again and wig out mek everybody flip out unnuh fi carry on
She get tired and wan chillout, all
It takes two days in Paris to learn that you're poor
And two weeks in Berlin to learn that you're boring
It takes 33 years then a blink to turn forty
guess that we never saw eye to eye got my wings now it's time to fly
Bye bye to all the bullshit that you put me through
I'm tired of making rookie moves
Strung up by the elites, kicked under the door mat
Life of a poor man, living accordingly to your poor plan
A war stamp, we're tired and we see right
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