Die poor

[Verse]
I always end up trying, it just doesn't work
It's crazy how my closest brothers left me in the dirt
These man will say they spitting bars but that shit all rehearsed
And all the struggle I went through, I thought I'm born with curse
And I'm just tryna make this money, tryna fill my purse
I had to put myself in second to put others first
It made me selfish man, this poetry, this spoken word
It's blimeydog and I'm so passionate bout all my work
And I'm not finna stop the rapping till I'm in the grave
I only touch the microphone when I start going sane
It feels like I will never go while everybody changed
They say they bring you up and then they throw it in your face
And they repay all your support with them just throwing shade
And if I blow up, don't know how I'll cope with all the fame
It's blimeydog and I been on my own shit in my own lane
I really need my people, need my brothers, why we change?
Bitch, so why the fuck you think I grind for?
Cause I was born broke and I ain't tryna die poor
I finna make it out, so why the fuck I'm crying for?
The fucking scene is dry, it's looking like an eyesore
I'm finna fuck up the whole scene
And I know a couple hoes that said they love me then they leave
In a couple years, I know that I'll be living out my dream
Couple man that hated me before, they asking out for feats