Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
Making her money she drive a mercedes
To speak from the soul and just leave it with them
Maybe i should take up smoking dope again
As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream
I'm the most lean mean money making machine
So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring
Im gifted, dont get this twisted never miss this wicked flow hella dope smoking
Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma
In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano
Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma
Compared to "them" you're making baby money
To my gunfulfillin' my destiny
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