Lyrics:
thousands seen early graves
Victims of worldly ways, memories stays engraved
All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
The young hunger,
I had to grind hard, now I go harder
I wanna ball hard, Kobe in the 4th quarter
Got a dollar and a dream had to save my quarters
Can't afford
right, you can buy it all tonight
Happiness is just a dollar away
But you get pushed aside if your pocket's looking light
I'm just waiting on the world
dollars, ninety-eight cents. I keep it one hundred and I tell her..
Keep the change for your two cents. I grind hard, bitch, to the point where I don't
I got nothin' to spare and it's
Just the way I am
If you gave me your 2 cents
On how to live my life
Well then i'd have 2 cents and a
Great big pile
gave that cracker every cent
Landlord of the flies, dollar signs in his eyes
Let's stop working for the rich, so we can live our fucking lives
Skylines
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
this blue ink what's a life without print
Homeless women homeless men wonder what its like for them
A dollar and redemption a cost without cent
A place
Four dollars seventy-six cents, but one day I swear imma pop out in a Benz
Do this for my hometown, I represent anybody not from there I am against
get a dollar out of 15 cents
Trust no nigga trust no bitch
These niggaz be mad
Cause I'm on my shit yea
Stakz he the man now
Oh she a fan now
I'm hot
I'm a beat collector
I don't need to make money
I'm not a Chester
I'm not a mark either, so girl don't trip
I'm about my dollars, I'm about my cents
a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up
steps."
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and hand me a hundred dollar bills
Said, "By the way,
Never live my life on my knees
Shoot for the moon
On my way I'll get some Gs
Not worried bout a dollar
Just worried bout changing me
Please
Geez louise
to the streets of Rome
Too Damn Hype led by Jeff and the Prince
You're spending dollars and cents
We're spending pounds and pence
And yens and rubels and marks,
around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For
When you understand the concept, then you'll know; "wow
I gotta listen to this song again!"
Uhhehe
Hunned pair a Jordans but they still live by their
afford to drink
Fuck your two cents I can't afford to think
Ignorance is bliss when you live in a society
With mass incarceration and the government
and 49ers
Rivals, but the South remain calm
Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each other's lives
Over colours and thangs, that they can
haters going to die because after
dollars and cents only the strong survive
[C Murder]
in gats we trust no limit niggaz going to bust
if you ride
don't have much to say
I know the sky might turn black
It's more day by day
I live in moment and play in a zone
Lifeline my bloody my buddy on go go go
a dollar
And I only had like eight cents
I grew up in Grand Park
So surviving, and making it out
Is a statement
I grew up in a place
Yeah, where they sensed
pharma's
Got him by the throat
His compassion's growing cold
He's got med school bills
So he's doing as he is told
Pushing pills that kill
Want a second
around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For
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