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Devonte West
Devonte West
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Devonte West
Devonte West
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My mama need a new crib I cant afford it yet She said you made me a promise boy dont you forget I cant sleep cause Im chasing these dreams Im tired of waking up surrounded by poverty City where I grew up yeah its full of dope fiens With houses built on the boulevard of broken dreams Everybody searching for peace I hear death searching for me So i keep it six feet not talking covid 19 Not where I wanna be no but im not givin up Had to let go of some friends they wasnt real enough Im not killer nah but I keep that semi tucked Because the world full of people who just don't give a fuck I got some family thats sick as a bitch Expecting me to be the one boy its time to get rich My father on the phone say your mama sick as a bitch She expecting you to be the one boy its time to get rich I remember days we couldnt make ends meet We praying at the table but there aint no food to eat The lights off aint no running water in the sink Daddy still talking to God but he not listenin Oh now we gotta go got evicted packed up our clothes Everybody laughing at us but this shit aint no joke Family talkin bad bout us cause we were so broke Government dont care about our struggle But expect us to vote dont you know I got some family thats sick as a bitch Expecting me to be the one boy its time to get rich My father on the phone say your mama sick as a bitch She expecting you to be the one boy its time to get rich They say money dont change everything But a few million can help me change my big brother ways Put a smile on my nieces and my nephew face Move my mama outta the hood into a better place Oh now we gotta go got evicted packed up our clothes Everybody laughing at us but this shit aint no joke Family talking bad bout us cause we were so broke Government dont care about our struggle But expect us to vote dont you know I got some family thats sick as a bitch Expecting me to be the one boy its time to get rich My father on the phone say your mama sick as a bitch She expecting you to be the one boy its time to get rich Time to get rich
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