Lyrics:
POOR WHITE TRASH
DOING PRETTY GOOD FOR POOR WHITE TRASH
MOMMA'S ON THE PORCH DRINKING WINE FROM A CAN
FEELING FAIR TO MIDLAND AND MAN I CAN'T COMPLAIN
beneath this land
Well, a rich man writes the book of laws a poor man must defend
But the highest laws are written on the hearts of honest men
If that
jobs
No balance, high volume, you know new mileage
Just two silhouettes letting sun fade out
How many memories
Did we make rich from a poor man's
wanna lose anymore man
For the fam's sake
Yeah I don't play
I used to grow up with nothing but not anymore man
Man I had to change so I gotta change
Poor
I don't even care if we're rich but I don't wanna end up poor
So we ain't gotta do no shit no more
Make enough to leave them estates and courts
'Cause
when sh hits the fan you know it ain't the same
But jsp got shot by his son and that was pain
It's a big rich town where the tower is a crain
But we're
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
Workingmen of all countries, unite
Side by side we for freedom will fight
When this world and its wealth we
says the poor are poor
By their own works and there's no more
To do for them, but show them the door
And say they must work harder
Poor man says life's
Ugh Three ugh
I say sauce got it
Sauce got it
199-6 nigga born poor dying rich
Came from down below nigga heading santorini Greece
I ain’t giving no
myself screamin' at the backdoor, yeah
An' I'm numb from the hitting, can't take no more, I can't take no more
Poor man poor, rich man rich, hang
There was this rich man in the whole wide world
He built a Kingdom by his own wealth
He became so powerful pride made him see no one
Expand his reach
weak and I feel strong
I'm poor, yet I feel rich and yes
I'm blessed with the measure that's beyond
You see, I'm empty, yet I'm full
I feel thirsty, yet
are nor get soap
Illegal hustle man don do ar don sell dope
Kam na ose without food go na school without lunch
Or sleep na d ose hus sie chinch dae by
and what's goin' wrong
Power, poor, rich, and weak
There is some science to what I speak
And if there wasn't, I could not face ya
'Cause this was brung by
trying to make me some money!!"
Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze
But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin' by with twenty ki's
Because
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
Rain Rain Go cway
Come Back To The Ghetto cnother Day
Dem Know Bout Rich We Know Bout Poor (Bruk Life)
Dem Know Big House We Know Cold Floor
Dem
[INTRO]
Rain Rain Go Away
Come Back To The Ghetto Another Day
[Chorus]
Dem Know Bout Rich We Know Bout Poor (Bruk Life)
Dem Know Big House We Know
His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz
But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own
Cause when you're rich you got friends
But when you're poor
Leave a nigga with a headshot
He crying out to his mama
Nigga's know me I go outside
They call me by Flexx Balla
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Pussy boy talking that
then see
Numbers on the boards
Humble, yet I mumble about the score
That you considering as moored
But you be tied amongst the poor
Lyrically I see your
wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it (I knew it)
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it (what's up?)
Scarface vision, livin' life like
myself screamin' at the backdoor, yeah
An' I'm numb from the hitting, can't take no more, I can't take no more
Poor man poor, rich man rich, hang
know you're there
Maybe you can't here, should I ring that bell
Coz the rich stay rich N the poor stay poor, N the poor are poor as hell
N if you haven't
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