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Think they on top, cuz they got offered a scholar

And think that really free, like there's no cost to that dollar

It's hard to understand, more money, more columns

When money deals with financial pain and fixes most your problems

Like God being a landlord, loves in all ways

Tribulations, prepared for, I'm scared for when

Earthy problems hit the front porch with five knocks

And envelope slips through the front door, you're too poor

I truly believe is a mindset, so therefor

I wouldn't call myself lower class

Cuz the spirit in the soul is where my currency lasts

I'll be sitting in the zone, like a corner in the flats

Hol' on spin it back

Spiritual warfare, most don't care

They rather tie into earthly drama just to get nowhere

And when it's out of pocket, then we act out of pocket

Like there's no money in my wallet

There's a lot of bull I'm waiting for Marty to call it

What you call a house you don't got home

I'm not talking orphans place

I'm talking about a household where I would burst into tears

Look at myself through the mirror

And force a million dollar smile on my face

Like I was making big bucks

The credentials of my name match the stars on my chucks

So I try to converse with many others

And brothers, we hating cuz our shoes

Carry two different colors

Like we ain't from the same manufacturing, mother

We all didn't, come from tough times and hard scraps

Rich carry problems, but we choose to ignore that

I don't know why we choose to be so blind

To other people's struggles, but get mad if they don't see mine

You'll be fine, there's plenty with pennies

Who always stop on a dime

You'll be fine, my, you'll be fine

You'll be fine, my, you'll be fine