grew up poor

raised by my mother, born in the gutta, I had struggle, i had suffer, I had to hustle, i had to get it from the muscle ,never been a busta, they all suckas, these nggas ,got to catch up, the sweeter than some ketchup, yellow like some muster,never trustem,,if she thick, im a buss her ,had to leave her, because I didn't trust her, never wanted the fame, all I got is my name, we ain't the same, yall pocket change,they all lame, i never change ,I remain the same, grew up poor,know time for no hoe, chasing dough,is all I no,always on the go, I had sleep, on my momma floor, ask my moma cause my momma knows, same ones who downed me ,is the same. one ,who wants to be around me,they say im overrated, only originated, never graduated, but im well educated ,they love then they hate me ,they could never never break me ,i only elevated, they hate me because made it,,they say im qcrazy,,they dg g 66.m7s xaria