Poor Fool (feat. Swae Lee)

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (My mama always said) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules (My mama always said, ayy, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules I'm from the hood and it's evident Used to sell drugs out my residence Stayed in section 8 with relatives Opportunity knockin', I let 'em in I done put Forgis on everything I left the mall like Ginobili And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon' come console me I pray my mama quit smokin' When my dad died, I got 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 loaded up the 2-2-3 I'm so high they might call a goaltend, yeah Lord knows, stashed work in the console So many autos in my garage, I can't open my car door Bond on me like the sun on me Gettin' this bread she say, "You 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 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 (My mama always said) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules (My mama always said, ayy, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then 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 homeschooled Most of my partnas got charges And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' dodges Trappin' up outta 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, then you make your own rules (My mama always said, ayy, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules