Speaking

Get money get money can’t kno where I live
Put my life up on the line wen I step out the crib
Grinding in da booth ineed mo grind
They was holding footballs now holding 4”5
He yo patna till he see you got mo shine
I jus go on dnd an say my phone died
It’s a cold feeling wen yo folks cry
Love yo ppl yu gone hate it wen yo folks die

Strictly ab paper rest n peace to marlo
Good girl but she a demon wen she off the bottle
Been dat nigga since my uncle had dat monny carlo
Money over every forger yea been the motto
Cold Ass feeling wen ya father up in prison
Child hood fucked an u hating how u living
Now yo dawg changing up the energy feeling different
They start showing luv wen they see u worth some millions
Child of the trenches how tf I get some
Vvs
Different type of nigga I went lootin for the cvs
Wanna hit a lick cus u broke an yo momma stressing
Consequences 40 years in prison now u really stressing

16 I really gotta bag
17 my momma buss her ass
She had a child name 3
She wanna keep em from the streeets
She kno it’s fuck up
To make it this jungle not a promise so get luck up
One false move moving wrong u get buss up
Talkin thru dis mic i kno they feel my pain