Hypocrite

I have roaches on my cereal
Eviction notice on the door
Traphouse in the kitchen
Lighting Newports on the fuckin stove (stove)
The voice of the voiceless
If a nigga couldn’t have it
Momma couldn’t afford it
Nigga where them Jordans
Now I got some designer on me
That designer foreign
And I know some niggas want me dead
It’s not important
The only thing I fear is that it’s scoarchin
What you call trash
Another man would call it fortune
You’ll never need more than enough for one man
But we’r still all takin as much as we can
My God, I’m a hypocrite
But I can nevr get used to it
You’ll never need more than enough for one man
I (know)
My God, I’m a hypocrite
But I can never get used to it