Poor Mans Copyright

I chose my path you chose the way of the hero
And they found you amusing for a while
The people of this city
In spite of everything you've done for them
Eventually they will hate you
Why bother
But the one thing they love more than a hero
Is to see a hero fail

This the poor mans copyright
Balancing dark and light to walk in my darker plight
Bumps in the road, it'll be all alright
The journey long but I'll take me the MARTA line
Slice it by the 5
I'll be there tonight for stopping all the hype
Sacrificing chains off my neck to fixing my sloppy bike
Man i'm humble, it'll be all alright uh
Lowkey man a nigga just talking nice but
All them nights where the starving mice
Walking by while I'm bumping Carter 5
Wasnt that long ago
But ill let God decide if my harder strife
Will pay my momma, raise my daughter right uh
Blessing in disguise
Hoodie on my noggin, stopping hype uh
Im the shit so im suspicious anybody walking different
Momma taught me all my senses
Watch the movie keep the plot as thickens
Jot the script as how you want beginnings
In my composition, but not the ending
Leave that up to God willing
Not to mention that a pot to piss not a option
Just a pot to whip it right inside the darkest kitchen
Watch for coppas tripping on the pothole skipping uh
Love to both anybody walking with a darker pigment
Lock the wrist to be in bondage with them
In a harsher system so I dodge the gimmicks
Dont involve with your fucking problems nigga
Bitch I set fire to the office nigga
Hope the Lord forgive them
Put it on my children

Poor man
Left hand on my dick huh
Right hand up to God
Bitching is taboo
I got that from pops huh
I gotta shot and ill take it
I gotta shot and ill make it
I gotta huh
I gotta shot and ill take it
I gotta shot and ill make it
Down bad
Left hand on the wheel
Right hand on a cigarette
Block me away from the internet
Too many licks I aint hitting yet
I gotta shot and ill take it
I gotta shot and ill make it
I gotta
I gotta shot and ill take it
I gotta shot and ill make it

Aint had shit but weed
Whenever Santa missed to be
Smoke a mistletoe
I kiss my shawty when she left some in my dungarees
You bite my style so much
It's getting stuck up in your teeth
I'll floss you out to get it right back
Right where your dentals be
My mind in a fray, its too much noise like
Can I get some peace
I asked God about it
He told a nigga "just let it be"
"Dont ask me dumb questions
Unless you on the devil team"
I'm smirking up with my dimpled cheeks
As my lips would bleed
Man im thinking to niggas
Vacate where you live
Cause you'll end up just spraining your ribs
When escaping my steel
I dont aim I just feel
Man I close out my eyes let my hand do its thing
If it jam while it rip
I go back to the man who done hand me this steel
Gimme back all my cash and your mammy will live
Keep the rest as a secret you know how it is
And you feel how i feel
So it is what it is
Everybody wanna be leek
Everybody wanna be him
Shoutout to the niggas that had thought
They could sell a nigga soul, on my soul
God told me that my shit aint cheap
This dick aint free
Gimme brain when I see ya
Cooking up a plate of a dangerous meal
Ill be damn if it spill from intruders
Who thought they the king of the hill
Bitch im aiming to kill
Should've stayed at the crib like for real

Poor man
Left hand on my dick huh
Right hand up to God
Bitching is taboo
I got that from pops
I gotta shot and ill take it
I gotta shot and ill make it
I gotta huh
I gotta shot and ill take it
I gotta shot and ill make it
Down bad
Left hand on the wheel
Right hand on a cigarette
Block me away from the internet
Too many licks I aint hitting yet
I gotta shot and ill take it
I gotta shot and ill make it
I gotta
I gotta shot and ill take it
I gotta shot and ill make it

In spite of everything you've done for them
Eventually they will hate you
Why bother
But the one thing they love more than a hero
Is to see a hero fail



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