m0ney on my mind...my brain hustle up smart m0ney
but my hands greedy takin freely like its nothin
burnin my situations by blazin the blunt up
steppin thru these stages amazes my mere face.
fazes of faces erases from my life and my mind.
turnin pages in this time travel
watch the clock locked around my wrist
watch the world battle to exist
i manage to commit to improper format
walkin past the church doormat and wipe my feet in the ghetto
walk past these young rebels who ready for battle...
carrying their metal,
gaining levels in this real life game of ammo and ghetto.
whatever happens...happens
...connected to dear attachments that clearly doesn't matter
when you steppin up the latter of life.
climbing solo so broken like a clock with the wrong time.
in the wrong place at the wrong times...f*ckin with the wrong dimes...
m0ney hungry hoes who in love with my grind.
m0ney on my mind...my brain hustle up smart m0ney
but my hands greedy takin freely like its nothin
even if i dont make it...
even if I'm evaded by all these faces who claim to be my aces
i'll still get paper heavily and be king of my destiny...
f*ck a fake queen claimin loyalty she destroy the royalty.
get the m0ney...try to smile but sh*t aint funny
i write my book of my halfway life...hustlin' for dummies
the storyline ends soon, but until then um under the sun and the moon
obeying these m0ney makin rules.

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