Ain’t got no richesAin’t got no money that runs longBut I got a heart that’s strong And a love that’s tallAin’t got no nameAin’t got no fancy educationBut I can see right throughA powdered face on a painted foolLet me slip through (Let me slip through)Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't)I’m just tryna move up frontLil more of this, lil less of that (Can you feel me?)Let me come through (Let me come through)I’m tired being in the back (Aight)I’m just tryna move up frontA lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeahThey tell me I was born to loseBut I made a good good thing Out of bad bad newsI don’t worry, don’t worryDon’t worry about people in my faceI hit ‘em with the style and graceAnd watch their ankles breakI know you wishI know you wish I would fade awayBut I got more to say, Lord they prayLet me slip through (Let me slip through)Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't)I’m just tryna move up frontLil more of this, lil less of that (Can you feel me?)Let me come through (Let me come through)I’m tired being in the back (Aight)I’m just trynna move up frontA lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeahThey tell me I was born to loseBut I made a good good thing Out of bad bad newsAlright alright, all day all nightAlright alright, all day all nightAlright alright, all day all nightAlright alright, all day all nightThey tell me I was born to loseBut I made a good good thing out of bad bad news
