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Lord, I really need it
At church any given Sunday
Really beaming
Quiet on the surface
Inside I'm really screaming
Money's the root of all evil
My pockets filled with demons
Yeah, see I'm trying to figure out
How to get rich
Cause the hood I'm dying to get up out
See a lot of them would doubt
Cause what I rhyme and spit about
Give my moms a bigger house
Or at least find a different route
Look, see I don't ask nothing
Just feed it to the mass public
While my cash coming
They messing around like bad husbands
See me, nah
I ain't in the playing mood
Rappers better stay in school
You must got the day confused
Never chill, to work with mils
Like I'm making food
Grind creating major moves
I'm on the daily news
Yeah, and I ain't worried about these hating dudes
Go find somebody else
No time to play with you
It's prolly just obvious that I'm on my grind y'all
Found it awhile back
I'm a wildcat like John Wall
I grind, dog
And it's making you upset
You hating, so what's next?
Me making these bucks? Yes!
Jump up in the car
And we punch it to the top speed
I could sell you a little swag
But it's not free
And my team don't fear
Cause they got me
Get a name this year
You can watch me
Watch me
All y'all you can watch me
Watch me
All y'all you can watch me
Must got a blindfold
You cannot see
Don't watch TV
Just watch me
Watch me
You will be impressed
I'm kinda better than the rest
I done made a couple checks
Now I'm getting texts and missed calls from my ex