Lyrics:
Sean Carter
Getting this money you got to think smarter not harder
Find the right partner whether it's romantic or business
In this game of life it's
I guess I gotta be gangster to be real
I guess I gotta die to be able to speak
I guess I need to be brainwashed for
The radio to be finding my peace
alone and it’s just me
My struggles my pain
My blood my vein
I don’t start shit but they still blame
M.A.B still that’s the name
Man rule by his own
Yeah
Rest In Piece MR C
Working on my craft
Getting better by the day
Practice makes perfect
That's what momma told me
As a little youngin
Hold up
I get it hot like I'm burning up
I hid the body by the radio, turn it up
Another year gone still don't give a fuck
Begging for a dick pic
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
roller, money folder
Underground rap radio controller
The bone breaker, the thug shaker
From here to Cleveland, nigga run run
To catch the dumb-dums
mics and radio hits
This whole lifestyle we living now is making me sick
Trust me now this ain't no interpersonal crisis
I'll break it down in points
inch bike tires
Nicole Byers meets Mike Myers
Parole violation, I'm life sized
I'm Nole, by the way, and I like guys
Bad man, attitude badder than Van
and dough and piss off somewhere else.
My 'ol man was a dust person until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove
underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds
With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes
[Method Man]
Hmm, eye spy, with my
clothes and dough and piss off somewhere else.
My ol' man was a dust person until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by
the glock and make room
Shit man I got a 12 gauge with the infrared scope
I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
knew how to act, before glocks and crack
And Vandy see was doin radio shows
And 'crossover' meant that you wore your mom's clothes
When Sweet G was
the surface of molecular plans
Enhance, the beat can secret so can search's and saves
and signals, but not radio waves
Cause' you've tuned into the top ten,
drunk and stoned
He's got no money but a golden smile
Sidewalk torero wave me by ohhhh
I'm whistling his melody
You know which one I mean
Suddenly he
man, Voodoo priest
Rebel that'll shoot police
You wake up from this nightmare and
Change your little doodoo sheets
Skeleton, crusher creature from
here dying for attention
They can’t troll us
We did it by ourselves, nobody can control us
My mans on parole but he
Still keep a pole tucked
Your mans
F-P 1-9-9-3 m-O-V-IE TV and CD
Me and Jeff, brand new on the radio
Step on the scene and the crowd screams
"There they go"
What? a star hats quite in
putting it all in snow,
Money making mitch,
Careful who your calling bro,
Careful who you think you know,
Remember when its beef who showed,
Alot of man
born with the force now you'll never never catch us
Mind on the money, watch doors open like teslas
I walk in the white house with a strut like George
the time, fuck a vermin
Motivated by money, sex, drugs and violence
'Cause the era that we living in
Was built up on defiance
What we need is alliance
But
with a war dub
Me versus P Money, that was pure crud
Tell NME I find it funny they ignored us
All these man say they kings, it's just self-proclaimed
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