[Verse 1]
Unfortunate for me, I couldn't afford to be fortunate
sh**, more like the kid misfortune never missed
According to the landlord I'm poor as piss
Trying to get this poor a recording hit
But down low, it's only shows supporting this
Which I really don't know how the touring gets
And I didn't just come here to moan and b**h
Grown folks spittin' for their own kids' benefit, it's
The return of the poor man's rap
For those who don't own homes off coke rap
There ain't enough love so we're showing that
So them old school cats now broke from rap
It's mostly the poor that most MCs ignore
While most these MCs were born and grew up poor
We'll be slaving in the old workforce
To pay for a government that don't work for us
[Hook]
(Oh my) oh, just trying to get by, lord I'm
(So tired) fighting to get my, trying to get my
(Low ride) though it ain't for me lately, it don't faze me
(Alright) cause I make money, money don't make me
[Verse 2]
Fortunately, I believe that we can all agree
It is what it is, not what we thought it'd be
And if what I live ain't what I'm called to be
I must have mistrained my psychology
And it's mystery, ain't it, the kids exist among us miscreated
History is just like a train without a destination
We need food, clothes, and shelter
So we hustle till we're old and helpless
And if you do only go for the gold and wealth
You're still alone cause you don't know yourself
At the end of the day, still gotta eat, still gotta feed your kids
Still gotta light and heat the crib
I overstand that, nobody planned that
And single mothers asking where the f** their man at
But life demand that we do it for love
From student to thug, from the schools to the clubs, it goes:
[Hook x2]
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh oh my [repeat]
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