John Stewart

Money make the world go round

Better get you some

I remember days I slaved, pockets still ain't change

Never made much cents but Imma student of the game

Tryna get pockets fed kuz I got hunger pains

Skinny as a bitch, the youngin was malnourished

Had dreams of a whip, plantation was up in flames

County building baby, hot Cheetos wit hood rats

My baby mama pressin', I'm wastin' the food stamps

And it's a trip gettin tripped on

In the wrong hood in my favorite color, even Superman'll get cripped on

Packed out, niggas squabble up on a good day