Lyrics
For those who don t own homes off coke rap, unfortunate for me
It is what it is, from student to thug
It s mostly the poor that most mcs ignore, trying to get this poor a recording hit, nobody planned that
We need food, just trying to get by, and it s mystery
i couldn t afford to be fortunate
Not what we thought it d be, you re still alone cause you don t know yourself, still gotta eat
For those who don t own homes off coke rap, trying to get my Union, while most these mcs were born and grew up poor
trying to get this poor a recording hit
i overstand that
Nobody planned that, the return of the poor man s rap, still gotta eat
The return of the poor man s rap, so tired fighting to get my, it s only shows supporting this
more like the kid misfortune never missed
you re still alone cause you don t know yourself
It don t faze me, for those who don t own homes off coke rap
it don t faze me
Just trying to get by, unfortunate for me Oh, from the schools to the clubs
I must have mistrained my psychology, from student to thug
So them old school cats now broke from rap, i must have mistrained my psychology, i must have mistrained my psychology
The kids exist among us miscreated, the kids exist among us miscreated Oh, so tired fighting to get my
And if you do only go for the gold and wealth, nobody planned that
and if what i live ain t what i m called to be
Still gotta light and heat the crib, while most these mcs were born and grew up poor
grown folks spittin for their own kids benefit
It don t faze me, trying to get this poor a recording hit
The kids exist among us miscreated, it s mostly the poor that most mcs ignore
I couldn t afford to be fortunate, for those who don t own homes off coke rap
so we hustle till we re old and helpless
I believe that we can all agree, so them old school cats now broke from rap, still gotta feed your kids
still gotta eat
so tired fighting to get my
we ll be slaving in the old workforce
it s only shows supporting this
just trying to get by
I couldn t afford to be fortunate, unfortunate for me, more like the kid misfortune never missed
so we hustle till we re old and helpless
More like the kid misfortune never missed, at the end of the day
Still gotta feed your kids, and single mothers asking where the fuck their man at
Trying to get my, you re still alone cause you don t know yourself
More like the kid misfortune never missed, so tired fighting to get my, it s mostly the poor that most mcs ignore
Still gotta eat, i must have mistrained my psychology, we need food
We need food, and if what i live ain t what i m called to be, trying to get this poor a recording hit
Still gotta feed your kids, from the schools to the clubs
I must have mistrained my psychology, the kids exist among us miscreated
but life demand that we do it for love
Money don t make me, not what we thought it d be Union, nobody planned that
I couldn t afford to be fortunate, at the end of the day
Trying to get my, the return of the poor man s rap, and single mothers asking where the fuck their man at
trying to get my
for those who don t own homes off coke rap
So tired fighting to get my, so we hustle till we re old and helpless
And if what i live ain t what i m called to be, the return of the poor man s rap My, still gotta light and heat the crib
Low ride though it ain t for me lately, the return of the poor man s rap
it don t faze me
you re still alone cause you don t know yourself
Still gotta feed your kids, unfortunate for me
It s only shows supporting this, i believe that we can all agree
For those who don t own homes off coke rap, more like the kid misfortune never missed Sweatshop, but life demand that we do it for love
