Letras
"Dramah, you've been working hard"
Man, I'm tryna go all the way through, ya feel me?
Light up the 'Xotic
Pour for the body, I've been
Poor in the mind
So out of body
It's so, out of your character
When money's the topic
Cause we all know more money more problems
If, I got it, you got it, so we got it
I traded for two cents just to keep it a hundred
But no money is worth more than knowledge
So pick up a book
And read about it
When I hide something from a black
Put it in a, hold on
Pen pulled up but there's thugging on a, hold on
Moral is, I ain't had to prove shit in so long
Stepping like "who gon' know?"
Slide like, "they bet not know"
Look in the mirror, it's gold in that man's eyes
And they can't stop the gold, it's inside
Tuck, cry, the ambition, got a full clip
Kill him with a smile two times
I'm back on my bullshit
Yeah
Yeah
I'm back on my bullshit
Yeah
Yeah, we back on our bullshit
I just hope you back on your bullshit
Yeah
The world changing tables turning to choices
And everybody's moving like the voiceless
Problem is the pain brief determination
It's hard to avoid it, they can't hang it up like it was cordless
They pray you get washed up
No quarters
She's in a hoe phase, but she's so gorgeous
He's dream chasing with no resources
Money first access
He got dough but, he gon' die hard tryna live up in the moment, yeah
I was willing to risk it all for the block
Years later, my cousin died on that block
Leave the hood to get a bag, get that and bring it back to the block
Everybody with you ain't happy that you got it
That's why I move along solo
Stick to my own nose, writing down every plan
Don't tell nobody my goals