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poorman - joey aich lyrics

someone tried to tell me
a poor man is the laziest man in america
let you tell it…

[verse 1]
all the swipe on your chase card
bet your bottom dollar that i’ll place far if the b-ss raw
flip tricks i’m the shab god
shabba ranks on the landmark
post-grad echelon
they on our d-cks its like we beating y’all
aye p tell the kiddies that i beat hard
saber tooth pac-man in the sack man
warren sapp man
sapling get warning
climb trees get zapped man
tried to fog us on the stratus we flying
guided youth flip the script and write
we suppose to be silent?
man we coasted poseidon
pour liquor and pour more cider
a poor man’s dreams are my wishes
a poor mans wishes i got em
this for the gold chain or gold change in a fountain
a poor man’s dreams are my wishes
a poor man wishes i got em, spot em
a gold chain or some change out a fountain
a poor man’s dreams are my wishes
a poor man wishes i got em

[hook]
uncle robert told me tell em my vision
i speak for culture, peace, and love
and don’t pretend like we living
move as a poor man
til poor ends and we given
a shot at life a hit of gold
but keep that poverty stricken mindset
keep your mindset close to the millions
focus to drop something hot in hopes that most of them listen
a poor man’s dreams a grown man’s spot
and a grown man’s kitchens a poor man’s pot

[verse 2]
against all odds i’m odds on favorite
i would buy your wager, but i just can’t pay it
the way my bank account set up
i’m banking now shot gl-ss
payola get me spins if freeds and clarks around, d-ck
i’m on my own shit
shawn kemp pointing if you think i’m on shit, gon’ quit
jakes on the corner of ontario
out of shape looking like terio
if they wanna race me on a stereo
caught up giving a dollar to a rapper on carnegie
ask for herb gr-ss for a hash hankie
told him to quit make his own green and tighten
he said, “i struggled for centuries. honestly i’m tired of trying, but
i want you and that music to do me justice, step up adjust this
wretched city any way you touch it.”
showed me a flick of his a few hoes laid naked
gold chain on his chest he said, “don’t f up if you make it!”

[hook]

- joey aich lyrics

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