The world, me and my dawg, it was us Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast My brother got life and it turned me to the streets I been through the storm and it turned me to a g But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks My heart so cold I could put it in my cup Gang vs. How much money you got? (a lot) How many problems you got? (a lot) How many people done doubted you? (a lot) Left you out to rot? (a lot) How many pray that you flop? (a lot) How many lawyers you got? (a lot) How many times you got shot? (a lot) How many niggas you shot? (a lot) How many times did you ride? (a lot) How many niggas done died? (a lot) How many times did you cheat? (a lot) How many times did you lie? (a lot) How many times did she leave? (a lot) How many times did she cry? (a lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuckin' around with these thots (a lot)Įvery day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch But I'm 21 4l, ain’t no way I'ma switchīreak it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down

How much money you got? (straight up) How much money you got? (straight up) How much money you got? (straight up) How much money you got? (a lot) I love you Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah For so many reasons Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah, yeah, yea

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