Lyrics:
mouths to speak nice when you talking to me
I ain’t a another broad from the city just walking the streets
A little cliché tryna get rich by like 23
Buy
sugar daddy
Okay maybe, when I'm rich and famous
Unfortunately, right now I'm still fucking nameless
Brainless, hypnotized by all of the lasers
Surrounded
the reason that my chest is healing
Get a little money and chase that meaning
As hipsters, they were not afraid of communicating with the gangsters
Remember
Pray together
Less fight
We better unite
As genocide chemical war
And the rich and the poor
Know that God delivers a cure
[Eve]
It's a shame our reality
the tank smashing into the rear of the gymnasium
It's a mad, mad world, whether you're poor or rich
Because you're living with the problems you're
(Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she
Layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I
Was playin' with a onion (Uh, huh)
Your girl ask for cash
You might
had dreams
Gettin chased by girls
I wus four
Me and Ish relinked
After life did us poor
Hopefully that was just to make us rich
She get pissed
When I
helping hand but still handle mine
Only me and God plus a little luck
But I'm up now
Girl it's up now
Say what's up now
Where was you when I was down
poor wasn't rich but always wanted more
My dad always told me I would sore, sore
My dad always told me I would sore, told me I would sore
Til he was
we still in the lot
Parking lot pimpin got girls down the block
Still got a bucket and a mop
Hoes have no strings attached, family tied by the knot,
a poor little child
She was always alone
She was so confused and wild
She was never at home
She was always in the run
She wasn't shaped by education
She
hype
Me ah say somethin like dis
Come look
Yo me, me nah born rich, me was poor n needy
But SEE, man ah die now me nah bloodclot beegie
See ME, shot ya
Life is dictated by numbers
Am not a mathematician, am free as a bird
Feeling absurd im feeling that we're, sat in a prison
This previous year seeing
PRIVATISATION, BY ANY OTHER NAME
ONE FOR THE RICH, ANOTHER FOR THE POOR
WE ALL HAD THE CHOICE OF WHO WE VOTED FOR
TAKE MY ADVICE, DON'T YOU DARE GET ILL
COS WHEN
as if I care
I don't even grimace when I get white hair
I don't ever want to be in bed by nine
In a job that I hate but pretend I'm fine
When I wake up,
on roller skates -- can't take a taxi cab to Timbuktu
Paul was a poor little rich boy -- he never had to cry
Whenever he complained of aches and pains
won't do it
Sittin there puffin on that Cuban cheroot won't do it
Bein rich won't do it, bein poor won't do it
Playin this song on the radioooo.....might
cheroot won't do it
Bein rich won't do it
Bein poor won't do it
Playin this song on the radiooooo ..... might do it
Yeah actually, that might do it
crew blunts and brew for the Hip-hop school.
Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups.
want to skin up (big up, big up).
It's a race against
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
I took it too far and I
Know that she know that said she on her way
I just pray that that hoe crash
Showing by the way, every day did me so trash
words
The word love
Would return
When I was just a little girl
I done beat through hell
Oh well
Biological daddy issues shaped through his yell
My
Tammy said, "I'm sure that's good advice.
But how then could I ever look my children in the eye?"
Then at their doorway a little girl did stand
to the city of Greensboro
I was living with my mother playing stuck with little girls
Used to blind me from the system with everything in the world
But she
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