[Verse 1: IsodaPoet]
I don't wanna be rich, I just want enough
Enough the fam can enjoy without it being tough
Just enough that I can pay all my mama's bills
Just enough to live on, I don't need mills
Cause if I had mills, I would waste that sh**
Bad b**hes will be on me cause they think I'm rich
So they would take all my money and I'll go bankrupt. Then I'll start complaining saying "Man these b**hes so corrupt."
Plus rich n***as get way too much attention
n***as start to worship them like they a religion
I am not from this world, I'm from a different dimension
I will never be like y'all, that's my final decision
n***as think I'ma rapper, nah i'm just a poet
A little n***a from the hood, you wouldn't even know it
1817 walker st. where 12 stay pa**ing by cause there's so much heat
At 11 yrs old I almost got shot
Two bullets by my window man I could've been got
That same night, they shot thru my moms windshield
But fortunately me and my mom weren't k**ed
A couple of years later a bullet ricocheted off my screen door. When I heard it, I dropped down on the floor
I stayed down until I didn't hear no more
I ain't never been scared like that before
[Bridge]
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[Verse 2]
I'm tryna get out this place where sirens is the music
And gun fire blastin', electric not acoustic
But that's not gonna happen unless I die
So I might give my people an early goodbye
But I could never k** myself cause I know what I'm worth
I was made from above, I didn't come from the Earth
So i'ma help my n***as out so they can be better people
I'm preachin' to my n***as, I don't even need a steeple
I swear the churches are doing the most wrong
They praising God but they singin' the wrong song
They preachin' God's word but they judging all the sinners
Y'all ain't helpin' the people, you're making them bitter
It looks like they need a reality check
They condemn everybody then bite u at the neck
It looks like the real sinner is you
Man f** the pastors and the churches, I'm so through
Calling hoes Jezebel, said my n***as goin' to hell
When he end up in jail they wouldn't pay his bail
They said that he would always fail
But when he got right they said they knew he could
They said that they always knew he would
What the f**, I can't stand Christians
f** them hypocrites I hate their religion