I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family
[Verse 1: Shaun Boothe]
Now I never got no hand out Coming up, I had to be outstanding to stand out I ain't made it yet but I know what I'm doing I swear to you, soon as I get my foot in I'm a shoe in I done laid the seeds down Now you see me popping up Its WBO that's my people, ain't no stopping us Glasses up, lemme make a toast This for everyone that got it rough Here's to grinding from the bottom up - bottoms up Success is all timing I don't mean luck, I mean that you gotta put your time in Why you think we grinding? Why you think I put out fire like a red truck? Get outta my lane whenever you hear the siren The bottom know I got 'em But the top is where I'm headed I came up with nothing but that made me go get it And when I wasn't shit they never gave me no credit Now I'm hot and they can suck my radio edit
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[Verse 2: Shaun Boothe]
But I never was a slacker Always had a plan, never had a back up You know how I get down Knock me down and I get back up Me against the motherfuckin' world - that's the match up Everybody next, just look at the line One man long and about a million niggas wide So I butt in like Joe - sometimes I disgust me Fuck it though 'I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me' Yeah, but love is overrated though If we're being honest I would much rather fellatio But I ain't one of those one dimensional rappers on your tv Take these 3D glasses - you gonna need these to see me Now take a look at my face Tell me can you read it? And when I say I'm destined to be great Do you believe it? They say a man's car is an extention of his penis So all I wanna know is where my limousine is