Poor Company ​billy woods (Ft. E L U C I D & Henry Canyons)

[Verse 1: billy woods]
Said erry name 'fore they even put the squeeze
Friends like these, who needs enemies?
Got the news, Old Earth fell to her knees
Polished the shoes, I got the suit dry cleaned
Family tight-lipped, but I heard it was lean
Wig flipped when I seen his daughter's seventeen
Sad shit, but if we bein' real
Your dad was a prick
Lie, cheat, steal
Anything from him, best double check on your own scale
Rumors were he snitched, depends who you believe
Either way, that's two bits you can take or leave
Instead, mumbled somethin' about "space to grieve"
All I could muster, old hustler, tired of the hustle
Going out like Iverson, chuckin'
Brick after brick, rip guitar lick
The boxcutter went, then he dipped
Jill sprung Jack out on bail
Then they skipped, through strawberry fields
Wore it out for two days straight, up in the motel
Then he left while she slept, money out the purse
It's an old story, I just changed a couple words

[Chorus: billy woods]
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You don’t matter at all (yuh yuh yuh)
You don’t matter at all (yuh yuh yuh)
You don’t matter at all (yuh yuh yuh)
You don’t matter at all (you don't matter at all)
You don’t matter at all (you don't matter at all)
You don’t matter at all (you don't matter at all)