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Niggas think they're on top Cause they got offered a scholar
And think that shi really free, Like there's no cost to that dollar
It's hard to understand more money more columns
When money deals with financial pain and fixes most your problems
Like God being a landlord
Loves in all ways
Tribulation prepared for
I'm scared for when
Earthy problems hit the front porch with five knocks
And envelopes slips through the front door, you're too poor
I truly believe it's a mindset, so therfore
I wouldn't call myself lower class
Cause the spirit in the soul is where my currency lasts
I'll be sitting in the zone like a corner in the flats
Hol' on spin it back

Spiritual warfare, most niggas don't care
They rather tie into Earthly drama just to get nowhere and
When it's out of pocket then we act out of pocket
Like there's no money in my wallet
There's a lotta bullshi challenge flag
I'm waiting for Marty to call it
What you call a house when you don't got a home
I'm not talking orphans place
I'm talking about a household
Where I would burst into tears
Look at myself through the mirror
And force a million dollar smile on my face
Like I was making big bucks
The credentials of my name match the stars on my chucks
So I try to converse with many others and brothers
Were hating cause our shoes carry two different colors
Like we ain't from the same manufacturing mother
We all didn't come from tough times and hard scraps
Rich carry problems, but we choose to ignore that
I don't know why, we choose to be so blind
To other people's struggles
But get mad if they don't see mine
You'll be fine, there's plenty niggas with pennies who always stop on a dime

You'll be fine, my nigga, you'll be fine
You'll be fine, my nigga, you'll be fine