(Boondox)   Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday   Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna' trap me   Every night dreamin bout livin life lavish   A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy   Off the show flo', sittin on fo' Vouges   Oak wood gear shift, ??? dash door   Choppin on seventeen inch Enki's   Bling bling from my mouth to my pinky   Enough about my jewelry, grill, and my Fleetwood   Tryna still live stable so my folks can eat good   House sittin out on the hill to sleep good   Livin peaceful, just like we should   Money legal, no more sellin reefer   No more FEDs tryna' stick me like a needle   When it's cold outdo' come in I heat ya   He ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya   Bump worryin 'bout that burgular comin to creep ya   Get trapped by alarms and the millimeter   I'm a do or die playa for my people, follow the leader   I'm my brotha's keeper, for real     (Chorus-both)   I'm a have me a big nice Caddy   House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy   Live life happy and I'm still nappy   Makin legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap me   I'm a have me a big nice Caddy   House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy   Live life happy and I'm still nappy  Nigga, legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap me   If you ever been broke put your hands up   You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up   If you ever been broke put your hands up   You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up     (Kalage)   What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winter   Remember, we poor folk   Most cut yolk and smoke coke, cut throats in ya dope, hoe   Talk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no Vogues   Wood kit and Momo's   I gets Polo, pockets so swol', Jenny Craig   Naw, Escalade hog, in the yard   Breakin all ya folks too, belly full a soul food   Chittlens, greens, pork chops, green beens   Yeah I pray for that, each and every day I rap   I rap with guard, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats   We escape slacks, the government help and welfare   My folk cries to the Lord, ain't no help there   We ain't have much, or less to brag about, but mo' to lose   I ran the street, mama told me go to school   But now I got a chance to change things and maintain   Mo' so, I ain't gotta slang 'caine anymore   Hell yeah boy, you really understand dirt   Well I'm a rap if you gon' clap until your hands hurt   I ain't the only person feel like I feel, that there live like I live   And wanna chill, for real     (Chorus)     (Boondox) Now put your hands up if you're broke, folks tried    to spoil ya    With fried bologna sandwiches and sugar water   (Kalage) Put ya hands up, if you feel my hurt    Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert   (B) Don't disguise the dirt did 'cause we all know rocks    It's the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop   (K) 'Cause ya crackhead cuz smokin the car antennas   (B) Understand see...   (K) It's a junkie in every family   (B) Them my hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin slim in 'em    If they too big...   (K) What you do?   (B) Put a hem in 'em   (K) 'Member talkin over the loud sounds when the wind blow    'Cause the trash bag's replacin yo' car window   (B) Man, I been poor   (K) I been poor   (Both) Man, we been poor!    That's how it is in the Field, for real     (Chorus) 2x