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Rent 30 days late, gotta be gone by Sat'
Tired of sellin' cocaine, the folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin' 'bout livin' life lavish
A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy
Off the show floor, sittin' on four Vouges
Oak wood gear shift, steering, dash door
Choppin' on 17-inch Enkei's
Bling bling from my mouth to my pinky
Enough about my jewelry, grill, and my Fleetwood
Financially stable, so my folks can eat good
House sittin' out on the hill to sleep good
Living peaceful, just like we should
Money legal, no more sellin' reefer
No more Feds tryna stick me like a needle
When it's cold outdoor, come in, I'll heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I'll A.C. ya
Bump worryin' 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
Get trapped by alarms and the millimeter
I'm a do or die' playa for my people, follow the leader
I'm my brother's keeper, for real
I'ma have me a big, nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' with my pappy
Live life happy, hair still nappy
Makin' legal money, no Feds tryna trap me
I'ma have me a big, nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' with my pappy
Live life happy, hair still nappy
Makin' legal money, no Feds tryna trap me
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put your hands up (yeah)
If you ever been broke, put your hands
You been broke, put your hands up, put 'em up (uh, yeah)
What you know 'bout having no dough, no coat for the winter, remember, we poor folks
Most cut yolk and smoke coke, cutthroats in your dope hole
Talkin' 'bout they want a 'Lac with four do's, four vogues, wood kit and Momo's
Outfits? Polo, pockets? So swole, Jenny Craig, House? Escalade hog, in the yard
Takin' care of your folks too, belly full of soul food
Chitlins, greens, pork chops, green beans
(Yeah), I pray for that, each and every day I rap
I rap with God, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats
We escaped stats of government help and welfare
My folk cries to the Lord, wasn't no help there
We ain't have much, that's less to brag about, but more to lose
I ran the street, mama told me, "Go to school"
But now I got a chance to change things and maintain more
So, I ain't gotta slang 'caine no more
Hell yeah, boy, if you really understand dirt
Well, I'ma rap and you gon' clap until your hands hurt
I ain't the only person feel like I feel and to live like I live (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I wanna chill, for real
I'ma have me a big, nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' with my pappy
Live life happy, hair still nappy
Makin' legal money, no Feds tryna trap me
I'ma have me a big, nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' with my pappy
Live life happy, hair still nappy
Makin' legal money, no Feds tryna trap me
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put your hands up (yeah)
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put 'em up (uh)
Now put your hands up if your broke folks wasn't able
You ate free lunch and you never had cable
Put your hands up, if you feel my hurt
Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert?
Don't disguise the dirt did, 'cause we all know rocks
It's the real reason furniture go' to the pawn shop
'Cause your crackhead 'cause smokin' the car antennas
Now understand, see, it's a junkie in every family
'Member hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin' slim in 'em
If they too big, what you do? Put a hem in 'em
'Member talking over the loud sounds when the wind blow
'Cause the trash bag's replacing yo' car window
Man, I been poor, I been poor, man, we been poor
That's how it is in the field, for real
I'ma have me a big, nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' with my pappy
Live life happy, hair still nappy
Makin' legal money, no Feds tryna trap me
I'ma have me a big, nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' with my pappy
Live life happy, hair still nappy
Makin' legal money, no Feds tryna trap me
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put your hands up (yeah)
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put 'em up
I'ma have me a big, nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' with my pappy
Live life happy, hair still nappy
Makin' legal money, no Feds tryna trap me
I'ma have me a big, nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' with my pappy
Live life happy, hair still nappy
Makin' legal money, no Feds tryna trap me
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put your hands up (yeah)
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put 'em up