[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] If you have never heard of dubstep, do not leave now [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