OH YOU GIVE US WHAT WE NEED
IT MAY NOT BE WHAT WE WANT
OH YOU GIVE US WHAT WE NEED
IT MAY NOT BE WHAT WE WANT

If you was born in the rubble, born in the struggle, then you was
Born for the hustle shown in ya muscle, so you could
Bore with the pain, you dig what I'm saying? So you should
War with the lames involved in the game, this life don't
Care what you aim, it shoots for the brain, we move like
Zombie again, we hungry again, could you just
Spare us some pain, that's bread in Français, I rephrase
Les Misérables, we living all day
I got a question... How do I sell my great depression?
In my possession, I pass it off in my obsession, wait a second
Pain is a blessin', etched in the letters I'm sketchin'
At best I'm the best in the west and invest in me next
And the profits start flexin'
That's a whole lotta muscle, that's a whole lotta Russell
Jay Hove and a couple
Sold cold in the struggle, that's a tussle, that's a tug of war
Lord. You rope us in more, tie us in our heart strings
Play those strings like harp sings so the pain bring us bling

CHORUS

I got friends that are poor as hell
I got friends that are dead as well
I got friends that are waiting for the mail
For they pops with a letter from the jail
I got girls that are fine as hell
I got girls that are rich as shit
I got girls that are acting swell
Made a switch come to light as a bitch
I got morals from my momma raised me right with so much honor
Raised her right if I dishonor or cause drama by the commas
I put so much on her but women are truly stronger
Or Lord give her roids 'cause she won with her boy
When I was in pyjamas and hearing stories 'bout Ghana
Where we was dodging llamas that's a whole lotta drama
I used to ask her, "why God take us for a ride?"
She told me it's a gift, it's the reason for my drive
I used to ask her, "Why God hide all the money?"
She told me, "Honey, bees make honey, so just be."
Sting operation, I'm following the lead
I'm swallowing my pride, my faith is all I need to proceed

CHORUS (x2)