Oh, yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing

And all my people that's drug dealing just to get by
Stack your money 'til it gets sky high
We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25
Joke's on you we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say" (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)

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, 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 Lil Tre's scholarship
'Cause ain't no tuition for havin' no ambition
And ain't no loans for sittin' yo' ass at home
So we forced to sell crack rap and get a job
You gotta do somethin', man, yo' ass is grown

Drug dealin' just to get by
Stack your money 'til it gets sky high
Kids sing, kids sing
We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25
Joke's on you we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say"

The second verse is for my dawgs working nine to five
That still hustle 'cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55
And everybody sellin' 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
'Round the same time dough ran up
In dude's house couldn't get a job
So since he couldn't get work, he figured he take work
The drug game bulimic it's hard to get weight
So niggas money is homo, it's hard to get straight
But we gon' keep bakin' to the day we get cake

And we don't care what people say, my niggas
Drug dealin' just to get by (yeah)
Stack your money 'til it gets sky high
Kids sing, kids sing
We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25
Joke's on you we still alive (alive, uh-huh)
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say" (yeah, yeah, uh)

You know the kids gonna act a fool
When you stop the programs for after school
And pay DCF's
Some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"

We scream rocks, blow, weed, park
See, now we smart, we ain't retards
The way teachers thought
Hold up hold fast we make mo' cash
Now, tell my momma I belong in that slow class
It's bad enough, we on welfare
You tryna to put me on the school bus
With the space for the wheel chair

I'm tryna get the car with the chromy wheels here
You tryna cut our lights out like we don't live here
Look at what's handed us, father's abandon us
When we get them hammers go and 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
Stack your money 'til it gets sky high
Kids sing, kids sing
We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25
The joke's on you we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say"