FIDDY STATES/WEIGHTS

I'm not down to play the guy with them shades
Nor either buy twenty chains
Just tell me what amount of money make my mom be the same
I know they hiding a cure to leave the lower class hurt
But if you saw the way my mama was she couldn't even slurp
They really playing with lives
They get on TV and lie
They say America's the greatest but they killing my pride
Fuck a suit fuck a tie
Will I reach twenty-five?
Or will they find me slip it in my drink and cause me to die?
Fuck em

AYY OH AYY OH
AYY OH AYY OH
AYY OH AYY OH
AYY OH AYY OH

I swear they introduced my mama to liquor
She sit at home popping them pills for the cancer that's in her
Wishing her credit wasn't low
I switched up states up to be bigger
Then its full circle to Cali when I make enough figures
Told my mama hold on tighter
Praying the lord don't evict her
'Cause I know how they gon' do us
Give us money to screw us
The loose nuts
The boot licking lower class who's screwed up
Them Who What?
Them hand-me-down juveniles who sewed up
Payday every Friday the definition of nuisance

AYY OH AYY OH
AYY OH AYY OH

Fuck the system I do shit when I wanna
I need a ticket out this country just to leave all the drama
Stamp me off when I arrive
Economy fit my wallet
They put a sale on that thinking that I'm into watches
I'm only rocking sweat pants
I ain't the type for 'em swatches
I am the fund of the gov
I speak for people like us
I might just walk up in that bitch and have they ass lock me up
Until my mama fully treated it's the finger to them
I'm voting orange so I can shoot him leave his ass in the dust



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Writer(s): Jacob Johnson
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