Lyrics
As a rich man's gaining more weight
There's a poor man looking for a plate
Numerous times for my life I've been petrified
Thinking if I'm fighting for a plate Someone already ate,
If that's the case then there's 1 way about this
Putting all of the rich on my hit list
Got 15 dogs filled with hunger with nothing 2 lose
We're turning up like the bailiffs
In my town, people wanna do suicides
They're all feeling so dead when they're still alive,
Like Woah, how does that work?
Round here many questions still arise!
Can't really buy a house when your money's flat,
They wanna trap me like a mouse, starve like a rat
Like Woah, can't have that,
Martin Luther didn't die for that crap!
On my life, I will never wife a hoe,
A hoe's when she tries to finesse the bros,
Just know if you smashed one of my dargs
Keep it moving don't ever think I'm involved
Don't wanna be another nigga rapper talking crud,
Cuz I'm much wiser without the bud,
But In this world where there's full of injustice going,
I'll do an opp dirty with no mud
Let me slow it down for them
Let them catch up
This my favourite part right here
I know
See the pain
Say I put a man to sleep
Do not
Fear no-one
Die on these forsaken streets
I know you see
The pain in me
So mind what you say
I'll put a man to sleep
Fee fi
Fo fum
Don't fear don't run
It's do or die on these forsaken streets
I know
See the pain
Say I put a man to sleep
Do not
Fear no-one
Die on these forsaken streets
Writer(s): Ann Ruane
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