[Pre-Hook] We are the have-nots who never had nothing But learned to make something out of never having nothing at all And you could have it all and feel you never need nothing But he who loves nothing will never have nothing at all
[Hook] And you could be a superstar But still feel like an outlaw And never need nothing at all But still have an empty heart
[Verse] When me and my sister was literally playin' in dirt I can still see the smile on her face in my head I can still see the mud on my shirt Fuckin' freezing my ass off at night with this match, tryna get this lil' fire to work And my mom just got fired from work and meanwhile we was gettin' evicted Our living condition was not ideal but some kinda way we learned That growing up poor don't make you real They don't want to see us happy they just sell us Happy-Meals So we throw these records on it's the only thing that has appeal And the sadness disappears, so what's up with us What to do with us, they don't know what to do All they can do is call us thugs till they need they problem solve Need someone to run they club He who doesn't love what he has will never have enough
[Pre-Hook] We are the have-nots who never had nothing But learned to make something out of never having nothing at all And you could have it all and feel you never need nothing But he who loves nothing will never have nothing at all
[Hook] And you could be a superstar But still feel like an outlaw And never need nothing at all But still have an empty heart
Compositores: Bobby Ray Simmons Jr (BMI), Jhaun Downer (Jaquebeatz) (ASCAP), Kyle Ryan King (BMI)Editores: Ham Squad Music (BMI), Music Corporation Of America Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #13279996 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM