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Job interview tomorrow
And I hope it goes well/
Cus if not my financial
Situation put me in hell/
Ain’t nothing wrong with tryna
Get ya pockets thicka nigga/
But I’m on a mission to get
My pockets as thicas Jiggas/
A double of Beyonce’
Playing fiance’/
Caviar Appatizer
Tiger Fish entree’/
3 stacks in a rubber
Band callem Andre’s/
And When my song plays
Send a check to mi padre’s/
Thas why
I hate money/
Cus every vision I have
The bank take from me/
To raise kids it don’t
Take love it take money/
Thas why it cost money
To get a tape from me/
But my chick say hit that free
Download to quench ya thirst/
Just know I refuse to fund my
Goals thru funds out of her purse/
So I sat and meditated till
I found a path that works/
The Universe told me the key
Is to fit U in A Verse/
Verse 2:
You get one life and
It’s dictated by a dollar/
So they say child support’s
Supposed to make up for no father/
The sons of those men then
Look up to pimps and robbers/
But the cycle never ends cuz
Those kids end up having daughters/
He’s absent in her life and
She never learns love/
And since money is her motive
She works in a strip club/
We wanna change the world
But they’ll never really let us/
So we either rap or ball cuz
If not then they’ll forget us/
It’s all about the lettuce
Money builds reputation/
But lack of money’s all
A nigga seen set limitation/
So Niggas seek the piece
Without wanting to meditate/
Cuz legislates won’t segregate
Profit inside the senate’s safe/
Mothafuckas witt money
Only wanna keep you down/
But nothing lasts forever
What goes around comes around/
And they wonder why narcotics
On the streets sell well/
But can’t even get rid of the
Crack on our liberty bell/
Verse 3:
Nigga quit dreamin thinkin
You boutta strike a mill/
I don’t rap and we signed the
Same amount of record deals/
I tellem haters dont judge
It by how it look/
Cuz statistics show The Bible
Is histories most stolen book/
Through ya eyes call a woman
Who committed this a crook/
But she had to feed her kids
She Pray to GOD she off the hook/
Through the eyes of the privileged
It’s easy to label thiefs/
But Fuck the world we live in when you
Gotta steal for your beliefs/
When I was seventeen I used
To rock a JESUS piece/
But now I see that currency
Could never buy me JESUS peace/
Money can buy me pussy though
I never stooped that low/
And since niggas is pressed for
Time, they purchase a Hublow/
Money can buy hoes, ya flows
And a few clothes/
But money can’t buy you
Vision for you to pursue goals/
Money can boost ya sales
And buy you platinum and gold/
But money stops at the grave and
Can’t buy you a new soul/
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