​​words of an Anguished Poet

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I could never call for help if I ever needed somebody
When I go to sleep, yeah, I see demons in my body
Dad said, "Keep yo' hands up or these niggas gone do you sloppy"
Same niggas that hate me is the same niggas tryna copy
Fell in love wit' the Lambo' truck, nah, this ain't no jalopy
And I been broke for so long, I was geeked on my first time going shopping
And I think about her all night, yeah, I know the past shouldn't really hurt me
And I'm in this bitch right now, I don't give a fuck if I'm not really worthy
And the same day ones that I grew wit', yeah, they really tried to do me dirty
Now I'm the one that's laughing, yeah, I'm doing shows at eight thirty
I'an talkin' 'bout time my nigga, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout all them dates
I was in the hood makin' ramen noodles, wishing that I had a steak
I'an gone let my brothers starve, they can all eat off my plate
My bros, yeah, over money 'cause I could always get some to shake
Thumbing through that money, don't make the same as a handshake
Money go up, me and my bro gon' be on that bus state-to-state