Rent 30 days late, gotta be gone by saturday
Tired of sellin cocaine, folks tryin to trap me
Every night dreamin bout livin life lavish
A watch full of karats, a candy coated pad
Off tha sho floor sittin' on foe foes??
Oak wood gear, shift, stir, and dash door
Toppin on 17 inch indys, bling bling
From my mouth to my pinky
Enough bout jewelry ,grill, and my Fleetwood
Finally livin stable so my folks can eat good
High sittin out on a hill, to sleep good
Livin peaceful, just like we should
Money legal, no more sellin reefer
No more feds tryin' to stick me like a needle
When its cold out doors, come on in and eat
He aint got to walk in the sun, I got AC
Dont worry bout the burgular comin ta creep ya
Get trapped by the alarm and a millimeter
I'ma do or die playa for my people
Follow the leader
I'm my brother keeper, for real
I'ma have me a big nice caddy
House on a hill for my mom and my pappy
We'll die happy, hair still nappy
Makin legal money no feds tryin to trap me
I'ma have me a big nice caddy
House on a hill for my mom and my pappy
We'll die happy, hair still nappy
Makin legal money no feds tryin to trap me
If you ever been broke put cha hands up
You been broke put cha hands up
If you ever been broke put cha hands up
You been broke put cha hands up, put em up
What cha know bout havin no dough
No coat fo the the winter, remember we poor folk
Most cut yolk, and smoke porks
Cut throats in yo dope hole
Talk bout they want to lac wit 4 doors provos
Wood kits mo mo's, outfits Polo
Pockets so swoll, Jenny Craig called
Escalade hogin the yard
Takin care yo folks too
Bella full of soul food
Chitterlin',greens, pork chop, string beans (uuuummm)
Yeah I pray for that, each and every day I rap
I rap regardless I feel you ain't really safe with that
We escaped stacks of govermment help and welfare
My folks cried, stood alone wasn't no help there
We ain't have much, that's less to brag about, but more to lose
I ran the street momma told me to go to school
But now I got a chance to change thangs, maintain
More so I ain't got to slang 'caine no mo
Hell ya boy you really understand dirt
Well I'ma rap you gone clap till ya hands hurt
I ain't the only person fell like I feel
That done lived like I live and wanna chill
For real
Chorus
Now put cha hands up, if ya broke folks wasn't able
You ate free lunch and you never had cable
Put cho hands up if you felt my hurt
Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert
Done disguise dirt did, cause we all know rocks
Is this the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop
Cause of your crack head cousin smokin the car antennas
Understand see (it's a junkie in every family)
No more hand me down tight pants, lookin slim in em
If they to big (what chu do) put a hem in em
No more talkin over the loud sounds when the wind blow
Cause of trash bags in the space for your car window
Man, I been poor (I been poor) we been poor
Thats how it is in the Field, for real
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