I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Cause i only rap about rape
Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight
Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
Why yap about money, and all that
I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth
About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,
Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift
Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/
Money fast like eminem's rap
The third one is mixed, white and black
Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny
Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money
Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war
All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/
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