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This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
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This is for my folkers, um, check one two
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This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
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Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
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*repeat chorus*
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I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
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And the newborns who get fed intravenously
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Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
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When she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face
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Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late
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Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
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Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear
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The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
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Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
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Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
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Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
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Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
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You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck
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You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
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You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop
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You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
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Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
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If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
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Some folks try to front like they so above you
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They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you
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*chorus*
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There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
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Like taking tupperware to an "all you can eat"
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Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt
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And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete
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Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
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Thinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
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Whole family sleepin on a futon while you're clippin coupons
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Eatin salad tryin to get full off the croutons
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'Crosstown, the situation is identical
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Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
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Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
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Alot of b-boys are broke, alot of homeless got jobs
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You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out
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Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
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They say this generation makes the harmony pray
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But crime rises consistent with the povery rate
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You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
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A gang of preachers screamin sermons over murmurs and sobs
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Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you
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They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you
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*chorus*
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You like this song cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
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We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
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We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed
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Arguements about money usually drown out the tec blasts
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Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
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Muscles tremblin like a pager when the battery's low
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And you just don't know where the years went
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Although every long shift feels like a year spent
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And you can write your resume, but it wouldn't even mention
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All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention
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Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers
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On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers
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Now don't accept my collects on the phone
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Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
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And we can chop it up about this messed up system
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Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them
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It's almost impossible survivin on this fraction
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Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction
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You gotta hustle cause they're tryin to push and shove you
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I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really love you
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*chorus*
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Underdog
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The Coup |