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Oh yeah I got the perfect song for the kids to sing And all my people that's Drug dealing just to get by Stackin money till it gets sky high We wasn't suppose to make it past 25 Joke's on you we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky And say we don't care what people say [Verse 1] If this is your first time hearing this You are about to experience somethin so cold man We never had nothing handed Took nothing for granted Took nothing from no man Man I'm my own man But as a shorty I looked up to the dope man Only the dopeman I knew that wasn't broke man Flicking starter coats man Man you don't know man And we dont care what people say This is for my niggas outside all winter Cause this summer they ain't finna say next summer im finna, Sitting in the hood like community colleges This dope money here is little Tre's scholarship Cause there ain't no tuition for having no ambition And ain't no loans for sitting your ass at home So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job You got to do something man your ass is grown [Chorus] Drug dealing just to get by Stackin money till it gets sky high (Kids sing, kids sing) We wasn't supposed to make it past 25 Joke's on you we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky And say we don't care what people say [Verse 2] The second verse is for my dogs working 9 to 5 that still hustle cause a nigga can't shine off 6.55 And everybody selling make up, Jacob's, and bootleg tapes just to get they cake up We put shit on layaway then come back We claim other people kids on our income tax We take that money, cop work then push packs to get paid And we don't care what people say Mamma say she want to move South Scratching lottery tickets eyes on a new house Around the same time Doe ran up in dude's house Couldn't get a job So since he couldn't get work he figured he take work The drug game bulemic it's hard to get weight Some niggas money is homo it's hard to get straight But we gonna keep baking to the day we get cake And we dont care what people say My niggas [Chorus] Drug dealing just to get by Stack your money till it gets sky high (Kids sing, kids sing) We wasn't supposed to make it past 25 Joke's on you we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky And say we don't care what people say [Verse 3] You know the kids gonna act a fool when you Stop the programs for after school and they DCFS, some of them dislexic They favorite 50 cent song 12 Questions we scream Why 'spose we start? See now we smart We ain't retards the way teachers thought Hold up, hold fast We make more cash Now tell my mamma I belong in that slow class It's bad enough we on welfare You trying to put me on the school bus with the space for the wheel chair I'm trying to get the car with the chromy wheels here You trying to cut our lights out like we don't live here Look at what's handed us Fathers abandon us When we get the hammers go and call the ambulance Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us But we dont care what people say My niggas [Chorus] Drug dealing just to get by Stack your money till it gets sky high (Kids sing, kids sing) We wasn't supposed to make it past 25 Joke's on you we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky And say we don't care what people say |
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