Poor Boy
I got a lot of wishes, to stop washing dishes
To get out this bitch I live in
Tryna get as much as the riches
Looking for the bridges that's the mission
Wishing to get rich and for some intuition
I just listen to my music in the kitchen
Thinking that I'm bumpin' new edition, all I want is some auspicious
But everybody hatin' and it's so suspicious
Only thing suspicious that the competition
Hungry for beef and nutritions, so everything delicious
But it's so so vicious
I dream about being rich and being that the top
But it's fucking fictitious
Asking for permission but on one condition
You get better grades you better listen
Getting goodnight kisses clear the fucking stitches
I'm a fucking failure that's a fucking superstition
Ain't no way in hell I'm repetitious
Fast forward searchin' for ambition and I'm in position
When I come in with these bars it is just malicious, listen
Neighborhood I live in ain't no joke
Always hearing gunshots out the window and they sellin' dope
So I'm tryna get my family a better life
And I owe it to my baby sis' so she could have a better life
Maybe see her runnin' 'round playing with her toys
Riding her fist bicycle and I'll be crying tears of joy
Tryna get a fucking job no money unemployed
Hope my wishes granted and these feelings get destroyed
You can call me a poor boy
Wishin' for the money in my pocket to bigger
But it's getting very little
And I'm needing me some more figures, fuck the chat and chitter
It is getting cold up in the winter
We don't have a heater so we shiver, needing blankets getting sicker
Put a finger in the sky needing dinner, fuck a fibber
Always gibber, and the light it flickers, no we never quitters
Always happy I'm a kidder
I need me a dime or a nickel
Something silver for some food 'cause I quiver
Up in the liquor can't afford a snicker
I consider to deliver, ain't no givers, fuck a killer
Lookin' at myself in the mirror
Thinking 'bout me gettin' slimmer
Sun to bright need a dimmer, from the cops gettin' stickers
I'm a sinner not a winner, all these snakes around me slither
As a nipper all the birds around me flitter
And I always cried a river, always seem to fritter
As a youngin' I'm a spitter, everybody differ but I never litter
I need me a girl that would never shiver when I kiss her
To get out this bitch I live in
Tryna get as much as the riches
Looking for the bridges that's the mission
Wishing to get rich and for some intuition
I just listen to my music in the kitchen
Thinking that I'm bumpin' new edition, all I want is some auspicious
But everybody hatin' and it's so suspicious
Only thing suspicious that the competition
Hungry for beef and nutritions, so everything delicious
But it's so so vicious
I dream about being rich and being that the top
But it's fucking fictitious
Asking for permission but on one condition
You get better grades you better listen
Getting goodnight kisses clear the fucking stitches
I'm a fucking failure that's a fucking superstition
Ain't no way in hell I'm repetitious
Fast forward searchin' for ambition and I'm in position
When I come in with these bars it is just malicious, listen
Neighborhood I live in ain't no joke
Always hearing gunshots out the window and they sellin' dope
So I'm tryna get my family a better life
And I owe it to my baby sis' so she could have a better life
Maybe see her runnin' 'round playing with her toys
Riding her fist bicycle and I'll be crying tears of joy
Tryna get a fucking job no money unemployed
Hope my wishes granted and these feelings get destroyed
You can call me a poor boy
Wishin' for the money in my pocket to bigger
But it's getting very little
And I'm needing me some more figures, fuck the chat and chitter
It is getting cold up in the winter
We don't have a heater so we shiver, needing blankets getting sicker
Put a finger in the sky needing dinner, fuck a fibber
Always gibber, and the light it flickers, no we never quitters
Always happy I'm a kidder
I need me a dime or a nickel
Something silver for some food 'cause I quiver
Up in the liquor can't afford a snicker
I consider to deliver, ain't no givers, fuck a killer
Lookin' at myself in the mirror
Thinking 'bout me gettin' slimmer
Sun to bright need a dimmer, from the cops gettin' stickers
I'm a sinner not a winner, all these snakes around me slither
As a nipper all the birds around me flitter
And I always cried a river, always seem to fritter
As a youngin' I'm a spitter, everybody differ but I never litter
I need me a girl that would never shiver when I kiss her
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Meza
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