Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules I'm from the hood, it's evident Used to sell drugs at my residence Stayed in section 8 with relatives Opportunity knockin' I let them in I don' put Forgis on everything I left them all like Ginobili And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon' come console me I pray my momma quit smokin' And my dad gotta get focused I gotta table full of Ace of Spades I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh) Ain't heard a word from my old friends Heard they wanna kick my doors in I done load up the .223 I'm so high they might call a goaltend, yeah Lord knows, stash work in the console So many autos in my garage, I can't open my car door Balled on me like the Sun on me Gettin' this bread she said dropped crumbs on me Walked in the club and got ones only Need a tat on my stomach that say "prawns only" Raised by single parent black women They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me She always told me Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (My momma always said) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules (My momma always said aye, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo No rules, most of my partnas home-schooled Most of my partnas got charges And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' Dodges Trappin' by the college I'm addicted to the rice at Benihana Raised by a single parent black woman They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me She always told me Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (Yeah) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules (My momma always said aye, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules