Poverty Ghetts

[Intro]
Let's go

[Chorus] x2
So, what you know about poverty
Drugs and armed robbery
Thugs that are obviously not drama quality?
Because on road, it's real
All actors get killed

[Verse 1]
I'm from a place where
Niggas wanna place bredders
The same year that pussy got smoked like [?]
Bus drivers not moving because the youngers won't pay fare
Younger sibling with older brothers that ain't there
Because he's knocked down for eight summers, it ain't rare
I can name mothers that ain't there
So the kids run wild
Catch cases, can't buss child
But land road to a stack of papers in a [?] pile
All I'm trying to do is make my mum smile
But I'm trapped in a cycle
Gotta clap back with the strap, it isn't my fault
That prats wanna act like they're bad
Then the mums and the dads are sad
Because I hit 'em up like Guy Fawkes
As a young nigga, crime was all I did beside sports
So, if I weren't spitting
It could've been prison or Sky Sports
You fakes say "you ain't a thug living, you're quite forced"