bullshit lies and jealousy money can't buy you everything they say so you fuck your friends over to get your way you're fucked and you wonder how your money
Fuck the world, this is the end of the line. I've given up believing, it's all gonna turn out fine. It never has, it never will, this angers driving
I look around and all I see, is people drenched in mediocrity. I'm not saying that I'm any better, but I'm sick of waiting for fair-weather. I'm out
(featuring Drake and Diddy) [Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When
There's no one here with you no one looking out for you it's a sick world, you're all alone thinking you're invisible, sit on your throne there's
We're sitting in this darkness, like we're trapped in a cell. I threw away my ambitions, and left my passions in hell. There's noone to turn to, i'm
I'm losing my mind paranoia's got a hold on me there's no place to fucking hide house raids, phone tpas it's all a fucking joke with all this constant
Some days you feel as if you've got nothing left to lose. Some days you feel as if you are all alone. But you have to hold strong. To what you love most
re always there looking over our shoulders, now each and every day, my heart grows colder. They're always watching, keeping their tab's. Who gives a shit about life when there's money
money Atlanta Pimps make they money Florida Pimps make they money Miami Pimps make they money New Orleans Pimps make they money Texas Pimps make they money Arizona Pimps make they money
make up mayne) Fuck on the couch (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH! [Verse 1:] UHHH! My main batch in the front yard finna fight my other batch Try'na grab each other by each other
[Warren G] Please don't get it confused Cuz I rap that I'm like these other dudes I doubt that VIP don't get to me I'm where the crowd at Still the same
stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I
a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost ?
owwowwwowwww [Verse Two: Dramacydal] Now what if me turn this Henessee into a robbery the Prophecy probably suddenly switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money
' on all this rappin' stuff I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough, yep I got a couple problems (word) and none of 'em is money
