Young money like drake and nicki
Summertime in the city
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
"money and blood don't mix
Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again
Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain
Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again
Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain
Who will feel me and my pain
Take advice keep it clean don't complain
From this pain and depression.
You're uncool like my mother kin
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
With my name on em: that’s a damn shame
Through all the rain and the pain
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