Whole Wheat Bread - Lower Cla** Man lyrics

Look at me, I've got money Look at me, I'm alright Look at me, I've got money Look at me, I'm alright You're a paid motherf**er with a maid and a butler But that life there is not for me, I'll stay in the gutter The life I live ain't great but it takes a great person to live it All the pain, all the suffering was straight worth every minute Every morning is hell, life is boring and stale The only time sh** happens is with horrible smells Wipe your a** with this napkin and more forward or fail Cuz if you don't take action, you're a sad story to tell So waste your time and fight for the front I'm safe and fine at the back of the bus No shame, nor pride, just packing some nuts The life of a lower cla** man Look at me, I've got money Look at me, I'm alright Look at me, I've got money Instead of blaming each other, I make way for my brother He says this life's a b**h, but I'm going say that I love her I take her on a date, if she act straight then I'm going hit it I ain't paying to f** when masturbation is permitted Til I'm short, thin and pale, feeling torn, limp and frail A primary example of unfortunate tales Well lock me up in shackles, have me sworn into jail My spirit won't be trampled cuz I was born to prevail So waste your time and fight for the front I'm safe and fine at the back of the bus No shame, nor pride, just packing some nuts The life of a lower cla** man The life of a lower cla** man