You better make a quarter back
This is how I’m doing my reporting
Money,I’m making my own
I’m going around the world
But the shelves, you better make faster photos
Barely making the run off for shows
They told me to cut the grass
It’s hard to cope with a little culture
But all my culture, that’s my nigga
I’m walkin’ through the rain
I barely got a dollar to my name
It would be the same dollar at deposits for the game
I charge it to the game
Baby momma,I’m stressin’
One dollar a day
They told me to count my blessings
But I need Jesus
I aint  got no bill
A big brother off the pill
I guess I like the thrill
And I guess the big brother likes it too
I got my own problems

My daughter, December it’s edging up with Amber
Can’t even make my rent of my apartment in September
Just like forever
And nigga if you ever get a limp
I won’t remember
But the feeling is like
1 to 1 million is like
All my niggaz are in the building tonight
Ready to make a kill in the night
I could seal a path and live with that
I’m hiding to my pillow tonight

On guard, so it’s offensive
But I ain’t
I got the ball and 2 chains
The pistols poppin’, the pussy can’t
If you listen, don’t be sneakin’
Say my name
I fall in love with moment I’ll never meet again
I hope I see you with my friends before  I see the end
Until we meet again