Poverty Strength

I felt a lot of pain nigga when my Grandma died
I went through hell through them Night all the days I cried
I know my family got my back so ima Be alright
They see me trying to get out the Dark an head to the light

But that's the road that I'm on my Head real clear
Its like I'm digging through the mud An tunnels near
I got goals in my life watch me kick it There
And watch alot of hater talk about it Ain't fair

You see me blessing up homie this is God way
I'm trying to be nationwide like its All-State
I know some people in my city think That I'm fake
But you gone do what you do and say What you say

Oh its some rainy days so I can't Predict the weather
But I bounce back you better get you Shit together
Yeah we all that we got shoutout P.Diddy
Beaumont Texas is my home yeah I Love my city

From the nawf to da south and the West nigga
All major league we home run the Best nigga
And its free my lil bro til I rest nigga
Hold ya head sphinx you know its Our time nigga

How do you smile up in this world When you ain't really good
How do you have big dreams when You from the hood
That type of thinking will have you Saying man I gotta get it
To feed the fam is all hustle y'all i'm So committed

Oh you best believe it I'm trying to Get it a million ways
To the feed the fam I'm on my grind Bitch counting my days
And I will never stop until I hit the Top
The new mixtape is on its way its Bout to drop

Before you talk about my life you Better keep it stepping
That's just the brown up in my blood So ima keep it reppin'
My grandma taught me about this World ain't fuckin with no devils
So ima stand tall nigga and watch us Ball together

If you ain't doing it fo you family What you doing it fo
Y'all can have all that fame I just Want the dough
Watch me get a kap respect with no Superbowl
Right fist up in the air I swear on my Soul



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Writer(s): Yamon Brown
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