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So sick of these hoes Tryna play games selling pictures of they toes Making money on the low Disgraceful gotta grow Grow up love your life with some intentions Tryna use your body in the ways I shouldn’t have to mention Understanding world fuck of creeps So let’s keep them hungry and let them peep Taking a look for a dollar tryna holla blue collar ain’t getting married staying all alone or getting caught then getting a divorce No hope No dreams in my head No time of the day I don’t wanna jump off my bed Like the monkeys jumping around Jumping off and bumped my head Gotta call the doctor and the doctor said Give me all you got imma prescribe something good it will fix all the issues that are going all around all the messes of the world getting cleaned up by a maid once the meds wear off got nobody for my aide Speaking aids heard you probably got it tryna have recollection thinking that it’s helping fix yourself and find a job and stop complaining World keeps spinning even when you don’t got money Rather have the world be a safe place where I can raise a child Not one I have to keep the isolated from these hoes getting tired and getting fired from a normal job not pushing for the issues really makes me wanna sob