I swear to god that it's not jealousy
But I'm eyeing em
Like I see what they started with
I see what I am in
It's like my mama tried to do me good
By putting me in better schools
Than what we could afford
But then forgot the car I'm ridin' in
Forgot the rags that I am in
Forgot the money I don't get
Forgot the kids here are fucked up
And I'm still tryin' in
Forgot that I'm on free lunch
And all these kids got money
Only broke ass kids be lining up
Up in the line I'm in

Fuck it, I ain't buying it
I'ma sit here quietly
Fuckin' stomach hurted didn't eat
But fuck it I am in
The cool kids table 'cause of how I act
But I don't want them knowin'
That I am broke as fuck
'cause then the jokes start flyin' in
It's too close to home to be funny, huh
Suburbs really sucks with no money, huh
It's like they got a hungry kid
Surrounded by a bunch of meal tickets
I'm supposed to just ignore
That I'm the bummy one
I wish I would've stayed up
In the hood with my pops and shit
Cause what's the point
To higher class unless I fit in
Cause I've been ditchin' school
Just to be alone, goddam
All that feels a lackof oxygen
Anxiety