(Chorus)
I'm a hood rich n***a I ain't neva had sh** I really ain't sh** n***as tawk about me but they really aint sh** they ain't said sh** it don't make dollas it don't make sense (x3)
(Verse 1)
I neva had sh** n***a the truth rich kids in the school use to jone my shoes name stayed on the board four checks in chalk in detention cause the teacher said we can't tawk Pastor Ragland and my Momma got that i just walk I wish I had a nickel for every fight I fought stealing candy out the store like I can't get caught
Just lil bad black boy it aint my fault after school snack service and four pieces of bread granddaddy why yo eyez so got damn red