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clearly I have lost my senses giving you my attention

I still cry when I see your name
But you're streaming my music and I make money from my pain

allowed can't walk away
The tribulations we face appear everyday just like a replay
No leeway or delays if we talking my money
Your bitch call me every time

could feed a nigga off your plate but that won't kill hunger
Grew up gettin' my own with no complaints since I was a lil younger
All odds against me

and its hero
Like something that relates to my own life
They just blew a lot of money on their number one guy
By through and through the cast was uninspired

don't wanna ride alone
But ain't nobody feeling me
All these issues keep on fucking stressing me
I'm in debt just scraped my whip now got no bread
Momma

I've been standing by the oak tree
It's got a story that it won't tell
The forest keeps its secrets for itself
Maybe day one day you'll be a paper

a very enriching and easy life hack
People keep asking for it, call every minute, he needs more stock
Eighth, ounces, shit's gotta bounce like my voice is

A couple black niggas riding on horses
Just landed from Belize escorted by law enforcers
I know the solutions effects and all the causes
So I respect

as you don't bow out)
Round and around and around and a
Ooh!
You may be about to really, truly, catch a case
Same job, same commute, same funny money, same

To see us dragging by

I'll tell you a thing or two
About the fire inside
Of my being believing
And breathing is all I've got

Deprived souls
Caring for

Open up the double door thats how I get inside the coupe
They been talking gangy forever I'm gonna let it loose
Money with the bag and all they talk

a plan for a ranch
So a kid wit a dream
Get a good nights sleep
And a good meal to eat
So he works and he saves
All the money that he's paid
Got a loan

Pickin up rust on the side of the track
Thinkin how I'll never make my money back
I could fill a novel with the I don't knows
Try to find a friend

Sometimes I make a little money
Enough so I can eat
Sometimes I make a little more
To afford this space and heat
I try not to forget about the days

Verse 1:
I’m back like Phoenix
How I flip styles boy must be genius
Money so old I still can’t clean this
How I get down you never ever seen this

a vision 
And I’m thinking clearly
But when I wanted they ass 
I swear 
They couldn’t hear me
Stopped worrying about the love 
And let the money steer me

supposed to heal when murder murder 
Praised up by the money counters?
They gon' get it by any means
Take your mind, take your spirit, take your homie from

a role to play
Need to pull the veil off this foul haze
Can't watch any more of my cfrican bros suffer
We're responsible, responsible

Ripping away all

To see us dragging by
I'll tell you a thing or two
About the fire inside
Of my being believing
And breathing is all I've got
Deprived souls
Caring for

I was a friendly neighbor mad I penetrate her
I been snapping like a alligator
Is this life all about stacking paper
Got a knife in my back from

goes by they take it all with a grain of salt
They don't worry about tomorrow got enough cash in the vault
I ain't asking for a Mansion cause I would not

your bullshit
You can miss me
Otherwise pay me I still won't need nobody
Ima Z.O.E
Pull up with a zouti
Baby don't bother me if it ain't about no money

wanna doubt Me
Im So surrounded by supreme so come and see about me
I’m so Surrounded by the green I’m like a fuckin mountain
Niggas talkin drip well

I was tired of them passing me up
Chosen last on team, but I never gave up
Worked many late nights
To make the numbers grow
Tick by tick, inch by