Lyrics:
you might make a nice bit of money
Hundred dollar bills
Benjamin Franklins filled, folded just for the thrill
Go numb until I can't feel,
'Cause I was raised by a woman who was hardly impressed
And I carry that shit real deep in my chest
'Cause I ain't ever been one for cheap excuses
So what up Jay? Shit nothing but the money
What you trying to say?
More fifties more hundreds
Who you trying to be? Who I already is
King of my city,
they came
Chasing sensation and romance eyes aflame
Desperate for pleasures yet unknown
Night and day
Pouring in by the hundreds of thousands
Swept away
'laxed, I'm going hard
That's the rules of the game for the underdog
Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross)
I left it in Gods hands
Block
didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon
(Yeah, n****z movin somethin in the nine-trey
sand
Take a train, to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
So let's keep it, real
All in together, free
block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
(Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove
(Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in
way before he ever had a placement (on God)
Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant (bando)
Smokin', drinkin', sellin' dope but I was
your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real
For the first time in my life I was getting money
But it was like my conscience was eating me
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that
I
a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
to the socks
I ain't switchin' up shit, on God, but a Glock (damn)
J's at the door, they ain't even gotta knock
Shit beatin' at the door, when it jumped out
hurled by an unseen source, two hundred feet, with
frightening force
And a dark mass rising showed to be a giant porpoise
Rising out of the angry sea,
hesitating
This is the kiss off
Boy
Thanks for hesitating
You'll never know the real story
Just a couple of dreams
You get up and sleep
You can, by
The vision came
He saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
"These will vie to take your place, but Father,
by your grace I will never kneel"
and that's all I'm saying
I made a killing for a better life
Remember once and I'll forget it twice
Took advantage over night
I pray to God and hope I'm
paraphernalia
For those who claim a hundred million on taxes, beautiful actresses
Street dudes who turn activist who used to move packages
No Nas, still here
The vision came
He saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
"These will vie to take your place, but Father,
by your grace I wil never kneel"
years of track
Two hundred years of glory never to turn back
The train is called America your ticket is a dream
That left the torture of freedom for
Boss, strategy
Let your niggas get ahead of me
I make moves like a chess piece
Got a hundred niggas pushin' amphetamines
Grams, I hold it down for my
Word up, man, y'all know what it is
It's on again man, for real man, Top Gun, what what?
Aiyyo, we came through thumping like elephants
The new
the drank dirty (woo)
Got a body case
Yeah, the beat diverted (beat diverted)
I'm in love with you, girl
I been sellin' it for real (uh-huh)
I been
For the first time in my life I was getting money
But it was like my conscience was eating me
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that
I
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