Gone head an make that money
Cause some of you bitches funny
Not bad using that dope money
Its a war with the enemy
Getting to the money
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Than the muse of a family
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
Today ima choose to be the realist, i'm a realist, fearless,
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness
Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim
Money bring pain,money bring gain
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
How to get my rent money
The realist in the game
With my name on em: that’s a damn shame
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