Sellin' Soda

Why don't you tell us about all this money you got but we never see it

Or that designer that you either you borrowed, or stole, or got it on clearance

We were them boys in the hood that always had to keep up appearances

Chasing this bag since I was like 13, selling soda to teachers

I'm a mad man driving a semi truck, ride back thru the hood I never duck

It's some real bad friends that did me wrong, then they lost it all, get better luck

Y'all stay down, that's asphalt, I ain't trying to hear the rhetoric

Make moves out here, international, from Albert Lea but I never stuck

I ain't with all that delusional thinking, I make my fantasies come real

Used to be saving up money in summer, mom planted a garden, that's free meals

Had to break out like Jango chained, face fear and pain just to be here