Poor Fool Lyrics - 2 Chainz

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 

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 

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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 

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 

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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