Poverty ties Lyrics

That's the way you can destroy a people, you take away their ability to reproduce themselves

Who is it

Let's get it

Let's get it together

Let's get it

I'm from the ghetto, I'm in the struggle

Travel the five borough stuck in the bubble, boy

I gotta hustle

Scuff my Timberlands, I'm down to tussle

And I know my way around the pistol

Front if you want to

Disregard these niggas, I'm hell figured

Having kids with women, but not father figures

Go figure

Won't pull a job, but pull a trigger

Y'all some goddamn dumb niggas

Pitiful

Mr. T-Words, I pity a fool

Jeans hurting, pockets on critical

How dare you talk the bull at night and sleep peaceful

Waking up hungry and stressful, but God bless you

I'm out here getting hella bucks

I'm out here diving in cones

Home and school for duck

Breaking poverty ties

I'm out to get mines

Do me a favor

Don't try to mess with love

Tell me

Why you got that strap though

Tell me

Why you hustling

You trapper

Tell me

Really, I don't need no

Tell me

Why you hustling

You trapper

Tell me

Why the hell you got that strap though

When shit go down, I hope that you gon' cop it

Tell me

Why you got that strap though

Tell me

Why you hustling

You trapper

Don't you know all you think about is getting to the top

Not a dollar in your pocket

You just hoping yo shit pop

Just a dream you're trying to chase

And you don't know if it's real or not

Don't know your dick

You know it's wrong

Plying over the ceiling

Don't know if it's real or it's fake

You just trying to make a way

There's some shit that you can't say

You gotta take it to the grave

Ay

Noodles, microwave

Eating that shit everyday

Faucet leaking on the floor

Eviction on the front ya place

Now you panic

You ain't got nowhere to lay your head

No more

Police come to my mood

They gon' let you go

Don't ask for help

They ain't gon' help you

No

They gon' let you go

Try to forget your soul

But whenever you fall down

Nigga, get back on your feet

It's always a lot at the end of the tunnel

You do believe

They tell me do this and that

But honestly, I'm just doing me

In the end, I don't know nothing but me

Could say that truthfully

Fly as hell, but I'm still broke on the inside

Driving fast, bitch

I remember taking bus rides

Stay on your pivot

Make the wrong move

You get time

Won't let them stop me

Got my head

Got my head

Got my head

Got my head

Got my head

Got my head

Got my head

Got my head

Okay