I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga
So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving
A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,
But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see
Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
A whole lot of money and i'm still here nigga
Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again
What influence as nigga money or fame
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts
But now i'm pointin the finger at police
Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please
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