Poverty Youngs Ditch (Ft. Husbando Newport & Shodi)

[Verse 1: Shodi]
One comes twos, three more I wrap around
The mic cord then we spit alluring when we rap around
A circle in an enclosed space
Thinkin' of living in the rest of my days
While getting hella paid
Never erase a single of my dreamscapes
Sinkin’ in the ship, wait, done with this shit
Page kept as a kid, didn't know how to live
And I'm nervous, what could I’ve done to deserve this?
Trapped in a closure of debt and foreclosure
But you still throw it up, rob the key, it's not enough to keep me celled now, I'll never sell out
Artists who are starvin' all consider eatin' pens now
Fated to a line where they never see success
Impatient as I am with a symbol on the chest
That's who I write for, when Shodi's at his best
On the pen and paper, roll a 6 when he says

[Hook: Youngs Ditch]
I've only got a dollar to my name
Monopoly money
No sugar daddies giving me the time of day
Anime honey
My story is a joke you’ve heard about a thousand times
No longer funny
I wanna go somewhere where I will never hear the rain
Alaska’s sunny