I wanna kill churches, they take your dollars they claim's for allah,
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
You got pets? me too: mine are dead
Dollars can't keep u out of debt
And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
Afford to sell, we're poor as hell, spare me two dollars,
22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank
I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last
Just remember i'll forever disperse these words, until im dead in a hearse
Americas in debt, but we turn around and give egypt, millions of dollars
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
For clockin dirty dollars
And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
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