"so tonight, I wanna talk to you about the relationship Between money and peace..." A lot of people say it's not about money, it's about peace! It's about money...
You took my heart from me I'll never be the same Now killing won't be hard for me Cause I can't feel a thing
Sunday morning, preacher in the pulpit Kissed my nanna, I can't listen to this bullshit It's all good til they ask me for an offering All we got is pain, so that's all I can offer him My mama cold, she put me in this cold world Left me, what I got to protect me? Oh, I got a 9, yeah I got a 9! And all this ambition, bitch I'm on the grind Sky's the limit, 2 for 5′s the gimmick You line something up, I tie something up They run up out that crib with that money, nigga what School of hard knocks, I'm ahead of my class With no hesitation put a hole in your ass See, no it's never my fault when I fuck up I knock your ass out, to wake you the fuck up Brass knuckles and my knife: now tell me wassup
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I made it to a half a mansion, shit I thought I made it Hood bitches on a nigga, yeah all on a nigga The d's his the door with the batter ram I'm standing by the door that's broke, tryna flush this shit ? was my nigga started fucking with that record shit Beat me off my money, nigga ran off with my mack 11 I was down, he kicked me when I'm down When I think about this kid, it fucks my head up right now You know the same niggas that got me shot killed your brother And you never did shit about that, motherfuckerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
