Poor Fool (feat. Swae Lee)

Poor fool, the 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

Poor fool, the 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

You just sell drugs at my residence

Stayed in section 8 with relatives

Opportunity knock and I let 'em in

I done put Forgis on everything

I left the mall like Genobli

And if I'm not successful

Ain't nobody gon' come and console me, ugh

I pray my momma quit smokin'

When my dad died, I got focused

I got a table full of ace of spades

I don't fuck around with you jokers, ooh!

Ain't heard a word from an old friend

Heard they wanna kick my doors in

I done loaded up a 2-2-3

I'm so high, they might call a goal tend, yeah!

Lord knows, stash work in the console

So many autos in my garage, can't open my car door

Bond on me like the sun on me (Sun on me)

Gettin' this bread, she said "You dropped crumbs on me" (Crumbs on me)

Walked in the club and got ones only

Need a tat on my stomach that say "Prawns only"

Raised by a single parent black woman

They call me Tity Boy, 'cause she used to spoil me

She always told me, ugh

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, aye, 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 (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 patnas homeschooled

Most of my patnas got charges

And I ain't talking about no mu'fuckin' dodges

Trappin' by the college

I'm addicted to the rice at Benihanas (True)

Raised by a single parent Black woman

They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me

She always told me, ugh

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

(My mama always said, aye)

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