Big told me fuck bitches get money
Hov told me that the money ain't a thang
Kanye said wait till I get my money right
Then you can't tell me nothin
And then you lose it all
And you back where you came from
And now you face to face with your day ones
The sun goes away and the rain comes
The codeine fades and the pain comes
You having trouble picking your face up
You not rich if you don't got something that the world can't take
You got ranks that a war can't break
You got wealth that the forbes can't rate
You so firm that your core can't shake
You got a smile that the poor can't fake
They tryna take your joy out your life
The good thing is you can take the noise out ya life
Let em hate. Never let them boys out ya lights
Play the game and you make a toy out your life
Always in the drama
Flexing in designer
Frontin for the camera
Give this bitch a Oscar
Gotta show the fans love
Fixing up my posture
Hungry for approval
Eating all the lies up
Learning it was never bout the money though
Niggas really coming for your soul
Take the status and the roll
And the pateq and the rolls
And the mansion and the clothes
Knowing it'll make you fold
Nigga take it all
And I'ma smile
When it's loud
I can face it all
Stand my ground
Treat me foul
I just shake it off
You on the ground
And I'm praying that
You make it off
Ain't it ironic how they wanna see me down
And I can only see em when I'm looking down
We been sleeping in and cooking out
Shoot straight like my rook is out
Views great. Glad we took the route
Freedom fighters aren't looking south
Niggas wonder how we good in droughts
Heaven only knows. So many Blessings, that I couldn't count
Devil nested in my trees till
I shook em out
My fire put a third degree on people tryna put it out
You only hurting you son
Preying on me and I'm praying that you grew some
Don't trip, know it's win some, lose some
All about the giveback, get some
Do some
Perfection is overrated
And I ain't done fucking up just yet
Hate my guts while you cut that check
I left the slums, I ain't come back yet
By the beach when I come back west
Told the press, no comment
Can we have a minute of your time
Don't got it
Lie, cheat, put it on the street, no hiding
Niggas always coming for my peace. So toxic
To breach my profits
Kill and die for
Money and power
I walk away when it's funny and sour
I'm a simple kinda man, you can
Show me that you love me with flowers
I'm dead broke if you want me for dollars
I got the look of Mandela
All these years in a prison
Still I fair better
Even in the craziest conditions I'ma thrive still
Hit you with a smile still
Knowing there's a reason im alive still
