Lyrics:
that he would make it some day
Then he'd take all his money and he'd move far away
Jane thought that waiting was all for the worse
'Cause dreams
I got plans I'll find money
For nothing can stop me now
It's my chance in a million
My creation will live somehow
Time spent is life wasted
to the money
Ungakhathali
That’s why I never take this for granted
I’m thankful
Konke kukuwe mdali wami
I know u plannin
I’m dreamin about a grammy
I still my
Yo, yo this lil' nigga from my hood was like
"Yo Hell Rell, remember 'fore you want to jail and shit, you used send me to the store for dutches?"
ain't cool
But some 10 year old'll come through
And shoot up your school
Banks is collapsing, gas is berserk shit
I spend half of my money going
Back
get my grind on, in different time zones
Man, counting all this money got my mind gone
I feel like Derrick Rose
In the rarest clothes $400 for the jeans
by so called peers
Y'all have to pardon me
Graffiti beat street
Write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the
Rest I remind you of Lee do
know you see the killers and dealers around me
But I grew up with gorillas, you know how the wild be
Grew up in the ghetto, destined for a celly
I
I promise you not to be left alone
And stay until we're gray and old
I promise you I will stay by your side
Never cast your love aside, no
You
a brick in the pot
Take a key out like I'm lockin' the door, uh
They couldn't prove it but they knew we did it
I see bitches sell their pussy for money
what we representin' even our children and women
2K4, livin' above and under the law
Young teen joins the marines, says he'll die for the core
Inducted
to a ham, I'm Dr. Seuss
Do a drive by in a Hellcat, comin' out the roof
Fucked your bitch, recorded it, I walked out with proof
Pockets swole, I just had
This is the city where only money talks
Of power gain and influence
Where the poor stay poor, the rich stay rich
And we're still told it's coincidence
Hey don't walk on by
you, don't stomp on my face
Once I was like you
I didn't care for nothing else
had no sense for more than money and fame
On My Face I´ts Like I´am Back In The day
Old School Only See Me Reckognize My Face
Day By Day Hip Hip Words In Mysterious Way
I Quit My Day Time Job
Fuck a cop, dirty pig we buckin' police
Dirt bag can't make money
He stuck in the streets
What you think? I'm sittin' in
This cage for nothing?
If they
tell me, but some terrible, evil joke
sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat
There seem to me an awful lot of charltans
a blind Cyclops 'cause
they clockin' ten percent
of the CREAM off the top
got mad money comin' down the pipe
from the three piece suit who gotta piece last
butt 'cause yo she ain't tall,
But you would say fuck her when you saw the bitch walk,
Ass hanging out by the pawn,
And that's another reason why
hands are red
He said, You took him and Billy fishing by the old oak tree
Told them both to wait for you, you had to go pee
Then you snuck up from
the humble
And the weak
Blessed are the poor
We turn the other cheek
What happened to love
I prefer to live life by that old black book
It's guided me along
like it just got rained on
Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin'
Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own
You finna
costs money now, and ain't life funny
How I could spill the whole bottle like
"Pshh, it's just some hundreds now"
We used to be them little niggas
We
crimes are cheaper by the dozen, and mothers scream out in the night
What you planning on to do here, cotton candy, jesus Christ!
Ch
Oh united states
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