Lyrics:

Oh, Yah I Got The Perfect Song For The Kids To Sing

and All My People Thats Drug Dealing Just To Get By Stack Your Money Till It Gets Sky High We
weren't Suppose To Make It Past 25 Jokes On You We Still Alive Throw Your Hands Up In The Sky
and Say We Don't What People Say

[verse 1]
if This Is Your First Time Hearin This You Are About To Experience Somethin So Cold Man We
never Had Nothing Handed Took Nothing For Granted Took Nothin From No Man, Man Im My Own Man
but As A Shorty I Loked Up To The Dopeman Only Adult Man I Knew That Wasn't Broke Man Flickin
starter Coats Man, Man You Don't Know Man We Dont Care What People Say This Is For My Niggas
outside All Winter Cuz This Summer They Ain't Finna Say Next Summer Im Finna, Sittin' In The
hood Like Community Colleges This Dope Money Here Is Lil Tre's Scholarship Cuz Aint No Tuition
for Having No Ambition And Ain't No Loans For Sittin Your Ass At Home So We Forced To Sell
crack Rap And Get A Job You Gotta Do Somethin Man Your Ass Is Grown

[chorus]
drug Dealing Just To Get By Stack Your Money Till It Gets Sky High (Kids Sing Kids Sing) We
weren't Suppose To Make It Past 25 Jokes On You We Still Alive Throw Your Hands Up In The Sky
and Say We Don't What People Say

[verse 2]
the Second Verse Is For My Dawgs Working 9 To 5 That Still Hustle Cuz A Nigga Can't Shine Off
6.55 And Everybody Selling Make Up, Jacob's And Bootleg Tapes Just To Get They Cake Up We Put
shit On Layaway Then Come Back We Claim Other People Kids On Our Income Tax We Take That Money
cop Work Then Push Packs To Get Paid And We Don't Care What People Say Momma Say She Wanna
move South Scratching Lottery Tickets Eyes On A New House Around The Same Time Doe Ran Up In
dud