Poverty
Bitch I come from poverty
Nigga it ain't no stopping me
See life as monopoly
Just stay off of my property
Or I'mma get it of out blood
Lobotomy
This just how it goes down in poverty
House cleaner then a mother fucker
Still got roaches
Mama deserve a penthouse
But the projects the closest
Thing she ever came
To moving up there by the vultures
Sitting on a high horse
Looking down on slaves Moses
Chevy was my Porsche
Know you hear the pain
The strain struggle in my voice
Truth hurts well this kills me
Wondering if y'all feeling me
Thinking back to the days
Them hallways and stairways
Food stamps mama mood lamps
I had to move grams
Income that don't get taxed
Cause I don't know Sam
He ain't been to know fish fry
Barbecues
Cookouts
Jitter bug so I had to lookout
But couldn't see
Out of the tenth floors windows
Liquor store on every street
But not one library
Ain't no parks and arcades
Just a candy lady
Niggas riding around in old schools
Candy painted
Chasing fifteen minutes of fame
Damn he made it
Now all his friends jealous
Like damn he traded
How he gone forget bout us
And the place that made him
People always want credit
Niggas a die for recognition
But who willing to loose they life
To change they conditions
These streets is like a battlefield
Everyday is a mission
Motto you kill or get killed
It's a shame how we living
Swear it's a game
How we living
Everybody ain't Abel
Some see Cane in the mirror
Everybody ain't stable
Nigga it ain't no stopping me
See life as monopoly
Just stay off of my property
Or I'mma get it of out blood
Lobotomy
This just how it goes down in poverty
House cleaner then a mother fucker
Still got roaches
Mama deserve a penthouse
But the projects the closest
Thing she ever came
To moving up there by the vultures
Sitting on a high horse
Looking down on slaves Moses
Chevy was my Porsche
Know you hear the pain
The strain struggle in my voice
Truth hurts well this kills me
Wondering if y'all feeling me
Thinking back to the days
Them hallways and stairways
Food stamps mama mood lamps
I had to move grams
Income that don't get taxed
Cause I don't know Sam
He ain't been to know fish fry
Barbecues
Cookouts
Jitter bug so I had to lookout
But couldn't see
Out of the tenth floors windows
Liquor store on every street
But not one library
Ain't no parks and arcades
Just a candy lady
Niggas riding around in old schools
Candy painted
Chasing fifteen minutes of fame
Damn he made it
Now all his friends jealous
Like damn he traded
How he gone forget bout us
And the place that made him
People always want credit
Niggas a die for recognition
But who willing to loose they life
To change they conditions
These streets is like a battlefield
Everyday is a mission
Motto you kill or get killed
It's a shame how we living
Swear it's a game
How we living
Everybody ain't Abel
Some see Cane in the mirror
Everybody ain't stable
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Writer(s): Comelle Longefusse
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