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As a man Awon spit some awesome shit As a child I wasn't so fortunate As a teen I was young Dazed and confused In romance I been beat up and abused Now in my b boy stance I'm fresh to death Copping expensive shit To impress the rest With these things I collect I'm somewhat obsessed Does my dress suggest doe I posses? I'm a material boy in a material world And I fancy fucking with All material girls Fat ass and a Prada bag I gotta grab her My passion is popping tags I gotta have her What ever new kicks I'll spend 350 Still gritty Cause I keep the magnum with me On my hip or on my dick For the D cup tittie bitty That I met out in New York City Did he shit on em with a fresh New suit ? The funny thing is I ain't got no loot And before I get a crib I'm gonna cop that car It's ass backwards But it's a part Of being a star Every time I see something fat I go and cop crack Then I go and pump packs So am I on the right track? Get money fuck bitches It's the same old song Kids don't listen to me because I'm dead wrong Society raised me But my parents invented me The videos will have me Up in the penitentiary I want rims on a Benz A Jacob watch And I gotta see life Through a Cartier lens Video hoe skins I smash And live fast Destined to die young In the pursuit of cash To cop everything I see in the magazine Like 1400 dollar Evisu jeans 300 for hoodies by Gawsie I'm flossy And that's why I gotta shake The haters off me Can't take it with me When I die but I'm fly I grind harder when I see my Benz Roll by With my life in danger For shit it don't make sense When we glorify The fly things The kids can't get Your ass in the mall But you can't pay rent Living check to check For the cents Cause we don't make millions Why you showing off For some muthafuckin children Every time we see something fat We at the layaway racks Tricking up all our income tax Or trying to get up on a track My soul is into pop life And the fly clothes It ain't supposed to be But it was what I was told By my role models On a regular basis And they can't help it Cause them niggas just made it It's sad when we ain't have shit We act a fool Sticking up niggas For clothes for back to school New kicks is out So we copping some grams Lil shorty down the street Done got her a man To trick on get shit And she was so precious Now she give brains For a Tiffany necklace We live so reckless For material things We propping these designers They don't give us a thing But who am I kidding I'm already corrupt Cause I'm about to drop 300 on some dunks I hope one day That we can all change Until then nigga I'm a broke ball the same Every time I see something fat I go and cop crack Then I go and pump packs So am I on the right track? Every time we see something fat We at the layaway racks Tricking up all our income tax Or trying to get up on a track