OV. O.P

A little girl at home is praying for me
Poor my sister, how I've left her alone
I'll keep grinding so she has more than enough

Riding high in the Suburban, I took a big hit
Sorry, I know this might shock you
Believe me, I'm not a bad person

Another life, other problems, also another me
Lately, I've been seeing another girl
Since the money came in, now I've got plenty
And well, how could I not?

All the pretty girls, 'cause they're in style
Old man, bring me all of those
I love the blondes like princesses
For some curves, I almost lose my mind
And the puzzle's missing not a single piece
I'm not struggling anymore, and that's what weighs on them the most
Thanks to God, singing I got out of poverty, just like that

From gangsters to entrepreneurs, my old man
That's how the C sounds, the 2 and the 4, old timer
Hey, hey, hey
Hey

A little girl at home is praying for me
Poor my sister, how I've left her alone
I'll keep grinding so she has more than enough

I think I was born blessed, nothing went wrong
How do I repay my parents for this life?
I never lacked love or food

Another life, other problems, also another me
Lately, I've been seeing other girls
Since the money came in, now I've got plenty
And well, how could I not?

All the pretty girls, 'cause they're in style
Old man, bring me all of those
I love the blondes like princesses
For some curves, I almost lose my mind
And the puzzle's missing not a single piece
I'm not struggling anymore, and that's what weighs on them the most
Thanks to God, singing I got out of poverty, just like that