[Swae lee]

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do

(My momma always said)

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, than you make your own rules

(My momma 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, than you make your own rules.

[2 chainz]

I'm from the hood, it's evident

Used to sell drugs at my residence

Stayed in section 8 with relatives

Opportunity knockin' I let them in

I don put voices on everything

I left them all like ginobili

And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon come console me

I pray my momma quit smokin'

And my dad gotta get focused

I gotta table full of ace of spades

I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh)

Ain't heard a word from my old friends

Heard they wanna kick my doors in

I done load up the 2-2-3

I'm so high they might call the goaltend, yeah

Lord knows, stash work in the console

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

Ball on me like the sun on me

Gettin' this bread she said dropped crumbs on me

Walked in the club and got ones only

Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only

Raised by single parent black women

They call me tity boi cause she used to spoil me

She always told me.

[Swae lee]

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do

(My momma always said)

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, than you make your own rules

(My momma 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, than you make your own rules.

[2 chainz]

Smoking on a 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 partnas homeschooled

Most of my partnas got charges

And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' dodges

Trappin' up outta the college

I'm addicted to the rice at benihana

Raised by a single parent black woman

They call me tity boi 'cause she used to spoil me

She always told me.

[Swae lee]

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do

(Yeah)

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, than you make your own rules

(My momma 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, than you make your own rules.