Oh yeah, I got the perfect song   For the kids to sing      An' all my people that's drug dealin' just to get by   Stackin' money 'til it get sky high   We wasn't supposed to make it past 25   Joke's on you, we still alive   Throw your hands up in the sky an' say   ?We don't care what people say?      If this is your first time hearin' this   You are about to experience somethin' so cold, man   We never had nothin' handed, took nothin' for granted   Took nothin' from no man, man, I'm my own man      But as a shorty, I looked up to the dope, man   Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man   Flickin' Starter coats, man, man, you don't know, man   We don't care what people say      This is for my niggas outside all winter   'Cause this summer they ain't finna' say   ?Next summer I'm finna' sittin' in the hood   Like community colleges?   This dope money here is little Tre's scholarship      'Cause ain't no tuition for havin' no ambition   An' ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home   So we forced to sell crack, rap an' get a job   You gotta do somethin', man, your ass is grown      Drug dealin' just to get by   Stackin' money 'til it get sky high   Kids, sing, kids, sing   We wasn't supposed to make it past 25   The joke's on you, we still alive   Throw your hands up in the sky an' say   We don't care what people say      The second verse is for my dawgs workin' 9 to 5   That still hustle 'cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55   An' everybody sellin' makeup, Jacob's   An' bootlegged 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   An' we don't care what people say      Momma say she wanna move south   Scratchin' lottery tickets, eyes on a new house   'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude house   Couldn't get a job, so since he couldn't get work   He figured he'd take work      The drug game, bulimic, it's hard to get weight   A nigga's money is homo, it's hard to get straight   But we gon' keep bakin' 'til the day we get cake   An' we don't care what people say      My niggas drug dealin' just to get by   Stackin' money 'til it get sky high   Kids, sing, kids, sing   We wasn't supposed to make it past 25   The joke's on you, we still alive   Throw your hands up in the sky an' say   We don't care what people say      You know the kids gon' act a fool   When you stop the programs for after school   An' they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic   They favorite 50 Cent song, '12 questions'      We scream, rock, blows, weed, park, see now we smart   We ain't retards, the way teachers starve   Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash   Now tell my momma I belong in that slow class      Bad enough we on welfare   They tryin' to put me on the school bus   With the space for the wheelchair   I'm tryin' to get the car with the chromie wheels here   They tryin' to cut our lights out like we don't live here      Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us   When we get them hammers, go on call the ambulance   Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us   But we don't care what people say      My niggas drug dealin' just to get by   Stackin' money 'til it get sky high   Kids, sing, kids, sing   We wasn't supposed to make it past 25   The joke's on you, we still alive   Throw your hands up in the sky an' say   We don't care what people say