| The poverty reality I live, it’s too cold
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| This hunger, the anger, this hatred is just getting old
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| So put the ski mask on my face now (hide my motherfucking face)
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| Load up my grand dad’s gun (click, click)
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| Run up in richie boy beach house
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| And rob the fuck outta everyone (Run!)
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| Rob from the rich and give to the poor
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| Nothing can stop me I’m out on the roll
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| Children are crying, and dying while you people laughing
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| It’s outta control, you know
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| Body in the hole keep that on the low
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| Burning the way with the smoke
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| I murder them all I rather you eat when you broke
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| Than listen to one of these jokes
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| I’m telling them all, this is a stick up
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| Don’t nobody get up, nobody get hurt
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| Watching them fall, might as well give up
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| Cause I just lite up the whole fucking work
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| Peace out to the wrong, hello to the right
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| I’ll never be stoping to fight
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| So we can be living just like some kings tonight
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| Scrubbin' it up, but you’re livin the life
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| Rich boys don’t expect me to roll up
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| I’m too cold (standing on your front porch)
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| They hate me, I love it, I’m so quick outta door
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| With the fortune to feed my fam now, enough for everyone
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| Them richies understand now, the hungry man spill blood
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| When you run along with hungry, all of my family — homies
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| Nobody gonna be lonely, even if you don’t really know me
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| Pull out the guns, put one to your dome
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| Robbing you for, everything that you’re own
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| Take what we need, and leave what we don’t
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| But I take it all, and don’t think that I won’t
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| You’re know I make them run, for the life they go no more
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| You know I teach my son, and daughter how I roll
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| If I’mma stick with what you got, you know you don’t deserve it
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| Don’t give a fuck, you called the cops cause I know nobody’s perfect
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| Nobody move, nobody get hurt x4 |