Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain
Shouldn't give up and be burned in the house and claim
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse
And the cops went to even go raid his house
I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame
Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain
Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows
Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,
Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen
I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
Used all my money to buy a big house
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