You little young-ass motherfuckers
New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,
Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
But i'm not a dummy, without money i'm stuck here for life
All my life i had lil money to invest, to spit and let my inner soul grew//
Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,
Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up
Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck
Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this
I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.
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