Poverty Made Me ft. Bucks Lyrics

I'ma stack that pape up by all means

Down bad ass nigga beggin' for bread like a fien

I'll pop a bean before I ever try Codeine

flrrdaaaa Now your man's left on the scene

Mama, yeah, yeah, raised me, but poverty, yeah, it made me

Stuck in the trenches, ain't havin' shit, yeah, like, yeah, went crazy

Yeah, yeah, went crazy, yeah, like, got it, yeah, went crazy

Stackin' this shit up, baby, yeah, on the fuckin' daily

Unlucky, yeah, this shit just happen, free ET, damn, yeah, the slapper

Just know, brody, I got your way, boy, bullshit always just happen

On the grind with purple yellows, bucks, you know, hell, yeah, it's up

Smoke a three-five wood, just know I'm facin' now, I'm lookin' stuck, huh

Bro don't gotta question me, cause he know I'm a buck

Reach inside my Louis bag, you see a couple bucks

Why these niggas hate on me? I'm tryna stack it up

But if bro diss up on the gang, we gon' pack him up

I bet you won't see my chop if I sit my jacket up

Like, let me know what you really tryna do if you tryna crash out, then I'm tryna crash too

Don't get caught workin' fast foods

Cause we gon' leave you on your ass, dude

Heard bro dropped a diss his potna, I'ma crack him too

KB really having motion niggas, know his bills be blue

MAD X OT9 y'all niggas know that be the crew

This lil' bitch can't suck the dick, I told her she can't be my boo

I was really down bad, now I got a thousand dollar shoes

I was really down, bet I got a thousand dollar shoe

Why you talkin' on the net? when you can make your fuckin' move?

Yo, bitch, she fuck with me, cause she say that I'm smooth

19X it's on my waist, it got a switchy too

So if you run up on me, we gon' knock you out your shoes

Nah, boy don't run up on me, no