Material - Awon

As a child I wasn’t so fortunate

As a teen I was young

Dazed and confused

In romance I been beat up and abused

Now in my b boy stance

I’m fresh to death

Copping expensive shit

To impress the rest

With these things I collect

I’m somewhat obsessed

Does my dress suggest doe I posses?

I’m a material boy in a material world

And I fancy fucking with

All material girls

Fat ass and a Prada bag

I gotta grab her

My passion is popping tags

I gotta have her

What ever new kicks I’ll spend 350

Still gritty

Cause I keep the magnum with me

On my hip or on my dick

For the D cup tittie bitty

That I met out in New York City

Did he shit on em with a fresh

New suit?

The funny thing is I ain’t got no loot

And before I get a crib

I’m gonna cop that car

It’s ass backwards

But it’s a part

Of being a star

Every time I see something fat

I go and cop crack

Then I go and pump packs

So am I on the right track?

Get money fuck bitches

It’s the same old song

Kids don’t listen to me because

I’m dead wrong

Society raised me

But my parents invented me

The videos will have me

Up in the penitentiary

I want rims on a Benz

A Jacob watch

And I gotta see life

Through a Cartier lens

Video hoe skins I smash

And live fast

Destined to die young

In the pursuit of cash

To cop everything

I see in the magazine

Like 1400 dollar

Evisu jeans 300 for hoodies by Gawsie

I’m flossy

And that’s why I gotta shake

The haters off me

Can’t take it with me

When I die but I’m fly

I grind harder when I see my Benz

Roll by

With my life in danger

For shit it don’t make sense

When we glorify

The fly things

The kids can’t get

Your ass in the mall

But you can’t pay rent

Living check to check

For the cents

Cause we don’t make millions

Why you showing off

For some muthafuckin children

Every time we see something fat

We at the layaway racks

Tricking up all our income tax

Or trying to get up on a track

My soul is into pop life

And the fly clothes

It ain’t supposed to be

But it was what I was told

By my role models

On a regular basis

And they can’t help it

Cause them niggas just made it

It’s sad when we ain’t have shit

We act a fool

Sticking up niggas

For clothes for back to school

New kicks is out

So we copping some grams

Lil shorty down the street

Done got her a man

To trick on get shit

And she was so precious

Now she give brains

For a Tiffany necklace

We live so reckless

For material things

We propping these designers

They don’t give us a thing

But who am I kidding

I’m already corrupt

Cause I’m about to drop

300 on some dunks

I hope one day

That we can all change

Until then nigga

I’m a broke ball the same

Every time I see something fat

I go and cop crack

Then I go and pump packs

So am I on the right track?

Every time we see something fat

We at the layaway racks

Tricking up all our income tax

Or trying to get up on a track