[Only Verse: Lupe Fiasco]
Another day as I step out the door
Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
For, this, I thank the Lord
Wish, that he'll bless me with a few more
Quick, cause working in a drought is a b*tch
Switch, a female dog with no raw
Rich, is what I wanna get like gifts
But you need to blow to get ya birthday wish
Trip, and then you never snitch
You never tell a soul, not even a fish
Cause fish might fold, and run and tell the shrimp, ya dig?
And shrimp might run and tell the pigs
That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib
Bring the battering ram where you live
God, I really need a job, until I get it big, I be giving work to the kids
(Dope Boy, streets is calling you) x3