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"Nigga, give me money!"
I'm white (I stay at home)
With my wife (And kid and dog)
And I might drive by the hood
And wave Hi to black people

I'm afraid

"Nigga, give me money!"
I'm white (I stay at home)
With my wife (And kid and dog)
And I might drive by the hood
And wave Hi to black people

I'm afraid

have been outwitting my family
But now, it's time for me to give it a shot
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Napped by the hair, caught my

knows us
How ironic that we are rapping how we were set free in this trap
Yeah I paint pictures, with scriptures,
got me feeling like a meme preacher
Na

It ain't about the fame, not at all
It's about the freedom
Born to lose
Built to win
Hustle to overcome the struggles that we in
Followed by trouble

offspring ate tide pods
Throw the baby out with the bathwater, discredit what I gotta say in my song!
You made off like Madoff, built your retirement in

im bout it
And what fucked me up is that niggas that spoke about it

Niggas that didn't even defend me, they don't know I know about it
What really

that pride aside, you're destined for greatness too
Holding it in your hands, blinded by your own needs
You're making choices, might not see it now
You

you niggas like seeing through tint
Sweeping the house now i'm covered in lint
Hoping you people don't think that you slick
I got my niggas they come

found their story went unheard 
for the sons of bitches that buried them away
didn't want you to know a word

the slaves were freed in '62, while

Goldeneye, late nights almost blew my degree
I can't quite pinpoint what make me feel this way
Deontay - still playing games till this day
Before that, you

money bring the evil out of you
But the money help me maintain
Pops made me a man in 03
I was built for the scrutiny
Grandma said look at Young T
You

But nobody could tell me
Where I was all the time?

Are these my hands that built a life?
Are this my legs that helped me getting' around?
What is this

heard a junky burnt down my child hood home
That dummy was building a lab
It's kinda funny the fire only left the foundation
Just like me leaving the pad

closing the door and we start to fuck
But when you're not around I feel like a whore out of luck
Born again out of dust, home again, I'm a god
Houses built

me)
They be mad when I be taking home the bag, uh
Hard work, dedication, nothing that you had, uh
Eat from my work, I built a house from the sand, uh

that base you know it's fat free
But I was tier III where the snacks be

Time will come 
Time begun
To the point where we time out 
Figure let me find

showtime 
The objective was to own time 
Yeah these dope rhymes done and led me to a Goldmine 
Oh my
She loyal and she’s so fine
Cherish now and not the old

know that love is dangerous, and I know trust ain't safe
They all know not to play with him, cause he got built up pain
Ayy, by the way, I'm him, so

it makes cents (sense)
Couldn't get the record done built my own Studio  
Labels told me no It's bout to be they funeral 
Ole Time killin business

of eight to survive
I love being Nuyorican
And no matter what the islanders might say that I am
I know I am defined by blood
Not language, image, beach,

Put a beat in my presence I eat that shit for breakfast
I been feeling myself so I been talking reckless
I'm not the one, go against me and you will

that ova shit just cap
Das cap
Das cap
Das cap
You ready to record right now
YES IM READY IM READY
Put it on!
THIS NIGGA GON DIS ME
He gone say
MY SONGS

Raise a toast
Came this far
I could just cool on the rocks like a brandy
All of this shade
Never was a glass house guy
But I keep stones by cause