Poor Fool

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do

(My mama always said)

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, then you make your own rules

(My mama always said, ayy, damn)

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, then you make your own rules

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

I'm from the hood and it's evident

Used to sell drugs out my residence

Stayed in section 8 with relatives

Opportunity knockin', I let 'em in

I done put Forgis on everything

I left the mall like Ginobili

And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon' come console me

I pray my mama quit smokin'

When my dad died, I got focused

I gotta table full of Ace of Spades

I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh)

Ain't heard a word from my old friends

Heard they wanna kick my doors in

I done loaded up the 2-2-3

I'm so high they might call a goaltend, yeah

Lord knows, stashed work in the console

So many autos in my garage, I can't open my car door

Bond on me like the sun on me

Gettin' this bread she say, "You dropped crumbs on me"

Walked in the club and got ones only

Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only

Raised by single parent Black woman

They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me

She always told me

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do

(My mama always said)

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, then you make your own rules

(My mama always said, ayy, damn)

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, then you make your own rules

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat

Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door

Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw

Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo

No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled

Most of my partnas got charges

And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' dodges

Trappin' up outta the college

I'm addicted to the rice at Benihana

Raised by a single parent Black woman

They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me

She always told me

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do

(Yeah)

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, then you make your own rules

(My mama always said, ayy, damn)

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, then you make your own rules