That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
I run for the money
I reel them in, goadomes on see
God mc oh my god you gotta see
Don't sacrifice your morals for money
Than the muse of a family
Either way we body for money
How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?
About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh
It used to get to me, to the old me
But i think i like that, just maybe
Hustle for money and making livings
It's moe, all i need is more chips
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Coached for the brains, all they're used for is intelligence
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