(Pre-Hook)
We are the have-nots who never had nothin'
But learned to make sumethin', out of never havin' nothin' at all
And ya could have it all and feel ya neva need nothin'
But he who loves nothin' will never have nothin' at all

(Hook)
And ya could be a superstar
But still feel like an outlaw
And never need nothin' at all
But still have an empty heart

(Verse)
When me and my sister was literally playing in dirt
I can still see the smile on her face, in my head I can still see the mud on my shirt
Fucking freezin' my ass off at night with this match, tryin' to get this little fire to work
And my mom just got fired from work, and meanwhile we was getting evicted
Our livin' condition was not ideal but sum' kind of way we learned
That growin' up poor don't make ya 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 sumeone to run they club
He who doesn't love what he has will never have enough, bandz!

(Pre-Hook)

(Hook)