Money ain't a thing
You need to stick to balling
And all the shit you went through
To try and violate me to.
Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you
Now you have to bury me to!
Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come
Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?
There soul to satan to make millions whats it to
She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo
To complain to him or her
I am the streets, the future
Now you have to bury me to!
It may be not the same for you
Not to shit on you
To stay true to the crew
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