Poverty Pimpin' Lyrics

I grew up poor as shit

Walking the blocks

Thats broken kid

I was an ignit little kid

But yet somehow still

Smart as shit

I was the age around 14

When I started penning some lyrics

Captivated by the poetry

Influenced by ignorane

I made up stories in my writing

Stories of my niggas dying

I was lying and I

Did it for some time man

Grew up loving comdey

Wasn't sure if I had the timing

But i had the gift for rhyming

Got the gift for gab

From dolla cabs

Cuchifritos i grab

Every ghetto was my lab

It was my muse and i liked that

These are skills I would develop

As I got older, got more

Wiser and more clever

Now I pride myself in

Never telling lies inside my lines

Even when i didn't live it

I express the hopes of people

That i channel in the spirits cuz

I rap for the underprivileged

Im from the hood and i deliver

Im not a rapper thats not my living

And Im from Brooklyn I dont whisper

Poverty pimpin

Pardon me

Niggas gotta be simpin

Submitting their wishes

To get some attention

It's Hard-ely simple

When living conditions

Inflicting decisions

That's based in division

My opus is written

In every inscription

The chorus aint simple

Its hittin rich with nutrition

Building waves outta ripples

Won't stop till i get through

The compilation of the pages

Compositions like the sages of old ages

I've emblazend on the sacred

That's thats taboo

I dont have limits on what I say

But i try to be conscious on how I move

Im in an awkward space

My beats are new

But i be flowing like the old school

I really dont know what to do

I make the music cinematic

Im.an addict with a habbit

I got bodies in the basement

And in the attic of this house

Of hiphop where i tend to live

I murder beats

I can be the meanest mother fucker

Or I could br tenderest

And this doesnt contradict

Cuz I'm in touch with my humanity

Yes my heart is on my sleeves

But i don't worry cuz im from the ghetto

And feel noone could fuck with me, honestly

This who i am

You can accept me

Or feel free to leave

Poverty pimpin

Pardon me

Niggas gotta be simpin

Submitting their wishes

To get some attention

It's Hard-ely simple

When living conditions

Inflicting decisions

That's based in division

My opus is written

In every inscription

The chorus aint simple

Its hittin rich with nutrition

Building waves outta ripples

Won't stop till i get through