Gold chains

I got the pickup homie if you give me a drop

Young stealin' brew skis out the back Dodging the cops

Not carein' if we got caught

Who cares when you don't got a lot? Only thing that mattered to us was gettin' props

My friends are many and few, ones that I pick and I choose

Win, win, lose, lose, do it on one pair of shoes

Hand me down shirts, savin' your sweats and keepin' the dirt

I remember your pain, yes I remember the hurt

I'm down with the homeless, chill with the hopeless

I'm down with the street kids who never had houses