Nostalgic

Ain't no air conditioner all i feel is heat

It's too much of us in here i can't even sleep

Everybody got a pair all i smell is feet

Roaches in my cereal i can't even eat

When i was seven all i wanted was some mickedees

Is it still going be a no if add a please

Is he still going be a rat if he get some cheese

Money come with ease go ahead and leave

Imma haitian they was laughing at me everyday

In second grade i had me about eleven js

Momma job paying good payed her everyday