Get Yo Money--Clean

I got dreams to avenge my brother - I’m just scoping the scene Two years left on parole - feel like my life on a string I got an iPhone that’s dry - but my flip phone ring Who would’ve thought that all my classmates grow up to be fiends Gave my white boy a tester - he said it was fire Got a Westwood connect - Hamilton’s supplier I jumped off the porch late - I got my game off The Wire Keep breaking these bitches hearts and they keep flattening my tires Couple months later I seen that same white boy out in traffic He missing his teeth - and he keep scratching Already know what it is ain’t no need to ask him what happened I got a 8 ball on me now fuck dude life I’ma cash in How the fuck these crackaz get treatment while niggas get numbers They gave that boy River City - they gave my nigga 10 summers Walked on the yard wit his locker box in a white jumper Smoking mid outta Bible papers trying not to suffer When they push down on you in that cell you ain’t got time to think You gon ball up or swing - you ain’t gon do a thing 90 degrees in my cell I just prayed for a breeze Hiding lamented fuck pictures from SRTs Young nigga losing his mind - but doing right seeking counsel Tryna closer to God but they sucking sick in chapel These C.O.s don’t fight fair - they gon mase you then attack you Smiley if I catch you out in traffic - on god I’ma clap you Who gon forgive all sins - who gon save me from my friends I did a year short of a decade I ain’t hear from some kin We got two different perspectives we don’t see through the same lens They don’t correct you in corrections you get worse from within I had to look in the mirror and have a conversation Spent too much time on the sidelines to be content wit waiting When you sell poison for a profit some gon day you Satan But if you was broke but now you rich others gon say you crankin So get yo money nigga - fuck them Get yo money nigga - dead ass Get yo money nigga Get yo money nigga... be safe