Material

As a man Awon spit some awesome shit
As a child I wasn't so fortunate
As a teen I was young
Dazed and confused
In romance I been beat up and abused
Now in my b boy stance
I'm fresh to death
Copping expensive shit
To impress the rest
With these things I collect
I'm somewhat obsessed
Does my dress suggest doe I posses?
I'm a material boy in a material world
And I fancy fucking with
All material girls
Fat ass and a Prada bag
I gotta grab her
My passion is popping tags
I gotta have her
What ever new kicks I'll spend 350
Still gritty
Cause I keep the magnum with me
On my hip or on my dick
For the D cup tittie bitty
That I met out in New York City
Did he shit on em with a fresh
New suit ?
The funny thing is I ain't got no loot
And before I get a crib
I'm gonna cop that car
It's ass backwards
But it’s a part
Of being a star

Every time I see something fat
I go and cop crack
Then I go and pump packs
So am I on the right track?

Get money fuck bitches
It's the same old song
Kids don't listen to me because
I'm dead wrong
Society raised me
But my parents invented me
The videos will have me
Up in the penitentiary
I want rims on a Benz
A Jacob watch
And I gotta see life
Through a Cartier lens
Video hoe skins I smash
And live fast
Destined to die young
In the pursuit of cash
To cop everything
I see in the magazine
Like 1400 dollar
Evisu jeans 300 for hoodies by Gawsie
I'm flossy
And that's why I gotta shake
The haters off me
Can't take it with me
When I die but I'm fly
I grind harder when I see my Benz
Roll by
With my life in danger
For shit it don't make sense
When we glorify
The fly things
The kids can't get
Your ass in the mall
But you can't pay rent
Living check to check
For the cents
Cause we don't make millions
Why you showing off
For some muthafuckin children

Every time we see something fat
We at the layaway racks
Tricking up all our income tax
Or trying to get up on a track

My soul is into pop life
And the fly clothes
It ain't supposed to be
But it was what I was told
By my role models
On a regular basis
And they can't help it
Cause them niggas just made it
It's sad when we ain't have shit
We act a fool
Sticking up niggas
For clothes for back to school
New kicks is out
So we copping some grams
Lil shorty down the street
Done got her a man
To trick on get shit
And she was so precious
Now she give brains
For a Tiffany necklace
We live so reckless
For material things
We propping these designers
They don't give us a thing
But who am I kidding
I'm already corrupt
Cause I'm about to drop
300 on some dunks
I hope one day
That we can all change
Until then nigga
I'm a broke ball the same

Every time I see something fat
I go and cop crack
Then I go and pump packs
So am I on the right track?

Every time we see something fat
We at the layaway racks
Tricking up all our income tax
Or trying to get up on a track