[Intro]
Yo, Yo
[Verse 1]
I sold my n*gga these jordans
Just so we could go on this date
And you can do is b*tch, about how I'm late
I cut the container in half, 'cause I'm low on cash
The situation is bleak. It was strong, but our lovin' is weak
I quit my job and my folks threw me out last week
sh*t I can't even buy something to eat
The whole world had laughs
But Patrick let me crash on his couch
It was blue maybe green
First night I made Daily Routine
Saw that sh*t on Adidas
I'm thinking "n*ggas deadass got a chance to be on"
I ain't write this as no "I have a Dream" song
"Poor n*gga" theme song
I mean it can, if you want it to be
I just thought I'd talk some more about me
Y'all n*ggas say he equal
Just vibing with the people
I'm scratching lottery tickets like, damn my n*gga did we lose?
Looking at my rent bill like, n*gga did I move?
[Verse 2]
When I was young, they asked my favorite color
I'm thinking "What the f*ck do you mean?"
When we was all pure, I wasn't focused on green
Screaming, "take your crayons back"
The only color that matters is black
See we live in a world of perspectives
See us in nice sh*t and they want us arrested
I ain't go to school
We ain't have no electives
Time's got erect
We ain't have no electric
Your boss wonders why you ain't enthused
After this $8.60 its back to the blues
After this $8.60 its back to the blues
But its all about perspectives
We just smoke weed, wild out, and drive reckless
My n*ggas never listen to no Slipknot record
I play 3-6 and get mad respect
But I'm feeling worthless
No money because I'm worthless
This the real world, what the f*ck you was expecting