They say the money talks and bullshit walks
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Always helping me though
She so sweet, shortie feed my ego
I had the agility to fight and make a no helping me policy
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire
You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack
Helping the the position that i'm in
The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion
I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!
My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat
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