POOR!

I think poor Feels bad I feel poor Right thru my cracks I think solely of my back Motherfuckin cul de sac I think poor Feels bad I feel poor Right thru my cracks I think solely of my back Motherfuckin cul de sac We been poor Never felt grandeur Born from earth We dirt Grand decour My life, so sure Saying come hold My bands Since i felt bland Need a pill a f*ck, than We won't feel disgust When i look in Gget Ur brothers in Four for four, we count the xanz Said we f*ck til we feel bland Like a silly f*ck But i can't get got Catching feels for no sucka bitch Awh Wrist feels sore, so does my core Aah ah ah ah ah been thinkin I think poor Feels bad I feel poor Right thru my cracks I think solely of my back Motherliness cul de sac I feel poor, write my problems on the wall Gime call, gime kiss, we on the greener side of the lawn Hook this up, i wanna dance Play some peggy, i'm on a trance My kids, will sit and scratch while urs play catch So suck my dick hah Apple bottom miss tress Pop a bottle or pill, stress Quick n subtle misses dollars Came like this We fall like, came like this We fall like, came like this We fall like, this like this Poor souls shit Wrist heavy, got whips Cold chains, Beelzebub Got a devil put aside for me Test my luck, dealers deals Blackjack hit me Needa another, four leaf clover Pride n lust, both Devils on my shoulders Tell me good luck Since i felt blend Need a coat a rug then Well feel safe in our own skinn Prada leather kin Sisters brothers, we the same Wont bother if u dont peek in Love another eh, Ill f*ck the world dead Will drag down whoever i can