Lyrics:
that I'd kill myself
Unacknowledged, underprivileged
Growing up on eggshells
You made me, the enemy
I used to always think, I was the angry one
Beat
that I'd kill myself
Unacknowledged, underprivileged
Growing up on eggshells
You made me, the enemy
I used to always think, I was the angry one
Beat
Santa Claus is coming to town
Christmas is a joyous time of year
For an underprivileged child, this isn't always true
This is Dennis Wilson
the fucking red dot
Every fucking body knows I'm tryna make it rain
I feel so underprivileged and I feel I might attack
Bro think he bout and then he bout it
a lad. He really couldn't help it."
"Only a lad. He didn't want to do it."
"Only a lad. He's underprivileged and abused."
Perhaps a little bit confused?
Y'all are always stuck on the impressions
and really I relate 'cause I
wanted em to see that I was
more than just an underprivileged
kid from the hood
Trenchtown) we're the underprivileged people,
So (Trenchtown) they keep us in chains:
"Pay (Trench, Trenchtown), pay, pay tribute to," (Trenchtown)
We come
underprivileged, look
I came to my senses, I can never count on people
I can't even trust the senses in this world full of venom
All I need's my spider senses, my
an underprivileged stare
I'm the beggar on the corner
Will no-one spare a dime?
I'm the child that never learns to read
'Cause no-one spared the time
I am
and lifeless
With an underprivileged stare
I'm the beggar on the corner
Will no-one spare a dime?
I'm the child that never learns to read
'Cause
the hungry and underprivileged
Something different from these hollow and grunting niggas
This is business strictly, step to my business is risky
'Specially
an underprivileged stare
I'm the beggar on the corner
Will no-one spare a dime?
I'm the child that never learns to read
'Cause no-one spared the time
I am
and cigarretes, last days, indigenous people
These are adventures of young black millionaires
I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged
The smell
Do away with all the underprivileged
Their demographic doesn't fit your image
Turn your blind eye when duty calls
How long ‘til we fall?
(In with
last days, indigenous people
These are adventures of young black millionaires
I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want
an underprivileged stare
I'm the beggar on the corner
Will no-one spare a dime?
I'm the child that never learns to read
'Cause no-one spared the time
what it is (they know), so go on with your accolades
This is for the underprivileged that call hell home (I see y'all)
Trump gave 'em twelve hunnid,
in a Nissan
And I used to be embarrassed by his car but I was driven
Now a nigga got a Benz be my underprivileged too big
All I had was time
and cigarettes
Last days indigenous people
These are adventures of
Young black millionaires i am the voice of
The meek and underprivileged
The smell of success
I
Visitors keepin' the consumption conspicuous
Kids graduatin' from public schools and prisoners
Underprivileged, aboriginal, indigenous
Sent images of that
an underprivileged stare
I'm the beggar on the corner
Will no-one spare a dime?
I'm the child that never learns to read
'Cause no-one spared the time
I am
Six legs on the crab
Now, hush, who wanna do what
My click better bust
Underprivileged
Grew up in a Stapleton house village
Where blood flood
underprivileged and exceptional children which I am
sure makes her very pleased with herself,
ladies and gentlemen. sitting next to her a m
Letters and words
a thesis on the population underprivileged
The kids fighting up the lane
Shop lifting, just drifting
Like The Switchblade And The Cross
But if there's
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