Imagine Wall Street being a corner store
Instead of chasing pavements, you chase pipe dreams dirt poor
Slowly reminiscing ******* in cups
Cause you don't have a *** to **** in
Your home is the streets
Your clothes come from the streets
Your shoes come from Tyrone down the sreet-
cause his parents can afford to replace them
Stealing cars every night
******* broads who give you the green light
Your friends are whinos
Your brother's a crackhead
Family dinner never happens