Poverty's Paradise

(female singer harmonizes in background for 22 seconds)
 (voice over singer)
 Just another day in the hood
 Let's good
 (male singer)
 I plan out my hustle for the day then take a shower
 When your {?} dope, everybody jealous
 When you come up short, everybody tellin you 'bout
 who got that dope to sling tonight, who got the music
 And the song uncut, everything you tellin
 You the ghetto symphony (believe it)
 (Chorus: male singer)
 Poverty. is paradiiiise. ask me how I know (how you know)
 You see the niggaz on the corner and you know they smokin wood
 Chasin dollars and Impalas, it's the same way in yo' hood
 Poverty. is paradiiiise. ask me how I know (how you know)
 I see the ladies on they hustle, makin dollars in the club
 Feedin babies, her Mercedes, came from niggaz stolen drugs
 (Alkaholiks)
 I know what it feels like to wake up broke
 And face another day wit'cha back against the ropes
 And I also know how to survive the struggle
 When shit gets tough you gotta up your hustle
 Set some new goals, raise your self-esteem
 Don't let nothin intervene or get in between
 If you gotta push weight, keep your money clean
 And if you gotta strip girl, be the best you can be
 If you gotta run scams then, cover your trail
 Cause it's hard feedin babies when you locked in jail
 If you cain't hold a job cause you just got out
 Try another route, you know what I'm talkin about
 And when you do make it big give back to the hood
 So when you gotta go back it's still to the good
 Stay loyal to your people, show 'em that you care
 Cause in the end you know they be right there, just remember that
 (Chorus) - (how you know)
 (female singer ad libs harmony to fade)