(Chorus)
I'm a hood rich nigga I ain't neva had shit I really
ain't shit niggas tawk about me but they really aint
shit they ain't said shit it don't make dollas it don't make sense (x3)

(Verse 1)
I neva had shit nigga the truth rich kids in the school
use to jone my shoes name stayed on the board four
checks in chalk in detention cause the teacher said
we can't tawk Pastor Ragland and my Momma got that
i just walk I wish I had a nickel for every fight I
fought stealing candy out the store like I can't get caught
Just lil bad black boy it aint my fault after school
snack service and four pieces of bread granddaddy why
yo eyez so got damn red