All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
And everything after nautilus ain't a beat
Of a lucid life we could be livin'.
Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission
Greed is rampant, artists see the money trees and grab it,
That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
A whore is someone who want money for sex
Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute
And the judge never knew which substance i used
Sitting on the floor cuz you know i want more
Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
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