Songtexte Poverty - DropFlake

I'ma ride for this shit
I'ma do it for my brothers
I'ma grind on this shit
Shout out to my mama

Tryna get her out the crib we live poverty
But still put these clothes on my back
And the food on the table
These people laugh
Yeah, they try to label
Can't fuck with that
Ex hit my line, tell me get a real job
Telling me my music won't take off
Do it for my family, that's all I got
People try to fanning me
But missed they shots

Ride or die, I put that in a song
Goin' through some shit
Hope you can move on
Used to hate my music
I prove you wrong
Now you in your car crying
Cause your loved one's gone
Why I make this shit if you can't relate
All these tears they fall, lot on my plate
I can't trust a hoe again, they fuckin' play
But I know they gonna come back
And make their way

Ooh, baby, I'm scarred
Can't take that shit back
Went to my heart, my heart

I'ma ride for this shit
I'ma do it for my brothers
I'ma grind on this shit
Shout out to my mama

Tryna get her out the crib
We live in poverty
We live in poverty
Tryna get her out the crib
We live in poverty
We live in poverty