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(Yeah) Nod your head like this (Yeah)
Nod your head like this (Yeah)
Nod your head like this (Yeah)
Nod your head like this (Yeah)
Nod your head like this (Yeah)
Nod your head like this (Yeah)

Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, wе gon' die rich
Hot sauce, n***a hot sauce (Yеah)
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, n***a hot sauce
Drip
Yo, they thought I was crazy, crazy
Thought I was crazy, crazy aye
But I got the gravy, gravy
I'm Doctor Sebi aye, (Haha)
Got the secret to life, n***a, that's why I'm wavy
I'm like Jesus Christ, 'cause when they try to slay me, I'm strapped to a tee
Don't try to play me (Pop, pop, pop)

Flyest n***as is the crudest with me (Ahh)
F**k Burberry, Gucci, Fendi (Yeah)
Et cetera, trendsetter, bruh
Never needed name brands to be trendy
I'm drippin' swag when I perspire
I get the bag, you a purse buyer
My b*t*h is bad like BeBe's kids
I mean, "Holy Smokes", church fire

All my n***as got guns and sh*t (Yeah)
All my n***as sell drugs and sh*t (Yeah)
All my n***as got a scholarship (Yeah)
Get a good career and still love this sh*t (Yeah)
Hot sauce, n***a hot sauce (Yeah)
Everybody got hot sauce (Yeah)
Old school's with the tops off (Yeah)
Her head hard but the box soft (Yeah)
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, n***a hot sauce (Yeah)
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, n***a hot sauce

Hot sauce, n***a hot sauce
You don't understand? That's squad talk
I'm in the strip club with the bartender
I don't need to drink to get topped off
We hold it down for the Golden State
We move around like we own the place
Outshine us? They know they can't
We clean just like a fresh coat of paint

I'ma repeat this 'cause I should
No matter where I go, I'm good (Yep)
Even South Park knows Kenny always in the hood
Live the life without havin' a thing (Yeah, uh)
Ain't that a b*t*h?
I'll battle you for the Cake Hammy cream (Yeah, uh)
I'll be cake batter rich
808's make the speakers hum
A better future, I just think of one
They manifest it 'til my kingdom come
Melanin, my skin drinks the sun
Ghetto dope, I'm like Master-P, ho'
I'm ghetto though, hot bag of Cheetos
Red Rooster, that's the key though
Half the world want my Tapatío

Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, n***a hot sauce (Yeah)
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Born poor, we gon' die rich
Hot sauce, n***a hot sauce (Yeah)
Drip

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