It never made sense how i never made cents
My mom was in then struggle like its hard to pay the rent
Caught up in a bubble
Moved to suburban neighborhoods
White people think im trouble
Its my african decent
See
They was right for the most part
Came from the hood trenton yea the worst part
n***a do not push me im no p**y
Im no shopping cart
Money trees i cut the bark
Got the tree i got the spark
Grindin for some red bottoms
Red on like mozart
I freeze blue my cold heart
Im chillin im the chillest
b**hes let out they feelings
n***a no i can't feel it
Bullets got no name but you know them b**hes crylic
Cause they paint ya f**in body i ain't scared to catch a homi
Shawty wanna kick it b**h you know i like karate
Kid up on the block tryna eat up like wasabi
I ain't even in paris get parished you n***as can't find me