[Flame] 🔥 2 Chainz - Poor Fool Lyrics
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
 Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
 (My mama always said)
 I said close your mouth and eat
 You make some paper, then you make your own rules
 (My mama always said, ayy, damn)
 Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
 I said close your mouth and eat
 You make some paper, then you make your own rules
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
 I’m from the hood and it’s evident
 Used to sell drugs out my residence
 Stayed in section 8 with relatives
 Opportunity knockin’, I let ’em in
 I done put Forgis on everything
 I left the mall like Ginobili
 And if I’m not successful, ain’t nobody gon’ come console me
 I pray my mama quit smokin’
 When my dad died, I got focused
 I gotta table full of Ace of Spades
 I don’t fuck around with you jokers (ooh)
 Ain’t heard a word from my old friends
 Heard they wanna kick my doors in
 I done loaded up the 2-2-3
 I’m so high they might call a goaltend, yeah
 Lord knows, stashed work in the console
 So many autos in my garage, I can’t open my car door
 Bond on me like the sun on me
 Gettin’ this bread she say, “You dropped crumbs on me”
 Walked in the club and got ones only
 Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only
 Raised by single parent Black woman
 They call me Tity Boi ’cause she used to spoil me
 She always told me
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
 Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
 (My mama always said)
 I said close your mouth and eat
 You make some paper, then you make your own rules
 (My mama always said, ayy, damn)
 Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
 I said close your mouth and eat
 You make some paper, then you make your own rules
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
 Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat
 Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door
 Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw
 Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo
 No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled
 Most of my partnas got charges
 And I ain’t talking about no mothafuckin’ dodges
 Trappin’ up outta the college
 I’m addicted to the rice at Benihana
 Raised by a single parent Black woman
 They call me Tity Boi ’cause she used to spoil me
 She always told me
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
 Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
 (Yeah)
 I said close your mouth and eat
 You make some paper, then you make your own rules
 (My mama always said, ayy, damn)
 Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
 I said close your mouth and eat
 You make some paper, then you make your own rules
