I swear to god that it's not jealousy but I'm eyeing em
Like I see what they started with, I see what I am in
It's like my mama tried to do me good by putting me in better schools
Than what we could afford but then forgot the car I'm ridin' in
Forgot the rags that I am in
Forgot the money I don't get
Forgot the kids here are f**ed up and I'm still tryin in
Forgot that I'm on free lunch and all these kids got money
Only broke a** kids be lining up, up in the line I'm in
f** it, I ain't buying it, I'ma sit here quietly
f**in' stomach hurted didn't eat but f** it I am in
The cool kids table cuz of how I act
But I don't want them knowin' that I am broke as f**
Cuz then the jokes start flyin' in
It's too close to home to be funny, huh
Suburbs really s**s with no money, huh
It's like they got a hungry kid surrounded by a bunch of meal tickets
I'm supposed to just ignore that I'm the bummy one
I wish I would've stayed up in the hood with my pops and sh**
Cause what's the point to higher cla** unless I fit in
Cause I've been ditchin' school just to be alone, goddam
All that feels a lack of oxygen
Anxiety