Man fuck all that shit dog
Get your money man
Get your fuckin money man
Like Krayzie Bone said
These days only ways that pay can save ya
As this climate turn on us
As this planet turn on us
The poor going fuckin perish

If you ain't suffered a failure, paid money to bail ya
Homie out of the jail, took groceries to his female
Then you don't know the guilt that be haunting me like a ghost and
I know they say it's toxic to bottle all your emotions
Up inside, my fuckin pride the underlying
Problem that brought all my mistakes, it's hard to stomach mine
The worst sin, there's really nothing that's under lying
Find beauty in struggle, nothing above your smiling
It's like pollution that's in the air and the sun combing
Tell Irv I'm sorry, promise homie, I swear I wasn't trying
To make another depressed song
I wasted so many of his beats the reason that he probably slept on
I'll be perfecting progression until my breath gone
If I lose all my money, imma have my respect strong
Make no woman no cry, homie like Tuff Gong
Having trouble keeping a girl what in the fucks wrong

This one for the trappers, this one for the hustlers
Would you rather die than have to live poor?
Would you kill a man just to be rich?
How much paper will ever be enough?
I don't know, I don't know
Said there's more to this life
Don't waste all of your time chasing cash

I went to war with emcees, storming they beach, yeah
I went to war with police
Lucky them lawyers, I was easily affording they fees
Plus, court penalties
The master plan is for you to bleed, pouring out Gs, yeah
Paper I was hemorrhaging
The way I hustled back might think I was Virginian
Lord willing, I'll take my lil riches
Invest em in a business, or something that earns some interest
Or be paying out them dividends
I was on probation, left fifteen racks with a trusted friend
It got lost, I forgave em, I love that person until the end
Cuz life is more than paper, love is worth more than paper
We treat it like Lord and savior
It changes your core behavior
You get it they coronate ya but fuck being a king
Happier being me, used to pull B & E's
Ducking the TPD, probation officers seent me pee
In a little cup off papers still barely feeling free

This one for the trappers, this one for the hustlers
Would you rather die than have to live poor?
Would you kill a man just to be rich?
How much paper will ever be enough?
I don't know, I don't know
Said there's more to this life
Don't waste all of your time chasing cash

Fuck that we're bout to cash out
For them franks ill crash out, MVP in the trap house
You ain't never scrounged around just to get your mans out
Tried to go the straighter way but it's like your hands out
Cuz that nine to five don't really pay for shit
I'm tryna be legit, I always dreamed of being rich
But who's going pay for it
Grew up throwing middle fingers up at the government
Sometimes, I really think they really on some other shit
Got fired from your job you dedicated your life to
You thought she right beside you, you might've just lost your wife too
You wanna eat at restaurants that's gone serve you some wagyu
But you can't even afford what they serving you in the drive thru
Saddest thing is, I hate this mentality
What's even sadder, this is what it's like in reality
This is what it's like in this life I'm just a casualty
This is how I feel, fucc you if you mad at me