Oh yeah, I got the perfect song For the kids to sing An' all my people that's drug dealin' just to get by Stackin' money 'til it get sky high We wasn't supposed to make it past 25 Joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky an' say âWe don't care what people sayâ If this is your first time hearin' this You are about to experience somethin' so cold, man We never had nothin' handed, took nothin' for granted Took nothin' from no man, man, I'm my own man But as a shorty, I looked up to the dope, man Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man Flickin' Starter coats, man, man, you don't know, man We don't care what people say This is for my niggas outside all winter 'Cause this summer they ain't finna' say âNext summer I'm finna' sittin' in the hood Like community collegesâ This dope money here is little Tre's scholarship 'Cause ain't no tuition for havin' no ambition An' ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home So we forced to sell crack, rap an' get a job You gotta do somethin', man, your ass is grown Drug dealin' just to get by Stackin' money 'til it get sky high Kids, sing, kids, sing We wasn't supposed to make it past 25 The joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky an' say We don't care what people say The second verse is for my dawgs workin' 9 to 5 That still hustle 'cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55 An' everybody sellin' makeup, Jacob's An' bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up We put shit on layaway, then come back We claim other people kids on our income tax We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid An' we don't care what people say Momma say she wanna move south Scratchin' lottery tickets, eyes on a new house 'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude house Couldn't get a job, so since he couldn't get work He figured he'd take work The drug game, bulimic, it's hard to get weight A nigga's money is homo, it's hard to get straight But we gon' keep bakin' 'til the day we get cake An' we don't care what people say My niggas drug dealin' just to get by Stackin' money 'til it get sky high Kids, sing, kids, sing We wasn't supposed to make it past 25 The joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky an' say We don't care what people say You know the kids gon' act a fool When you stop the programs for after school An' they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic They favorite 50 Cent song, '12 questions' We scream, rock, blows, weed, park, see now we smart We ain't retards, the way teachers starve Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash Now tell my momma I belong in that slow class Bad enough we on welfare They tryin' to put me on the school bus With the space for the wheelchair I'm tryin' to get the car with the chromie wheels here They tryin' to cut our lights out like we don't live here Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us When we get them hammers, go on call the ambulance Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us But we don't care what people say My niggas drug dealin' just to get by Stackin' money 'til it get sky high Kids, sing, kids, sing We wasn't supposed to make it past 25 The joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky an' say We don't care what people say © MIRIMODE MUSIC; SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; PLEASE GIMME MY PUBLISHING, INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com