Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Breathe life into rap like full on resuscitation
Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him
She looks for money , i look for life
I'm everything that they call nice
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again
Around my way, i'm cut throat
Beats and rap change my life, no joke
Fuck rules, skate life, rap, write, repeat twice
This is how she want to live
Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,
But since mark put a nigga on that lily track
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.
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