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Yo
Sell you a penny for a dollar and a dollar for a dream
A twenty for a holla and a hundred for a stream
5K for a beat, hundred bands for a feat, huh
A dollar and a dream
But this dream cut a lotta fucking cheese
I ain't got a cent to rest on
Generational wealth starting at me
I ain't got a friend without none
And they asking me why I'm always hustling like a fiend, huh
My girl want a kid now
But I can't pay for food, even rentals out
1K for a week on a pad
You would think that I live in a fucking penthouse
Talking, "You just gotta wait, man"
Talking, "This shit just a side plan"
I'm saying this shit is my life, man
Fuck your shitty life plan
Talking about a bag that you made from your late grams
Lives opportune through your ma's friends, friends
My ma's up at night 'cause my ma's friend's dead
No one to my side but my girl and my bed
So I fall from my pureness to land in the bread
See, last time I lagged 'hind
Fell face-first in the cursed past dimes, none
So they chastise, "Why you waste your life?"
Fuck the hype, let you pass, nah
Blame me for my crowd, for my sound, for my past times
See, now I'll never let 'em judge me again
They gon' hear my name on TV like, "Where did he begin?
Oh, that kid, he was a fool, couldn't believe he was him"
So when they pay they fucking dues, I'ma pay for a Benz
Just to spite 'em that, despite them, I still made it my own
Without a dollar in my name to console
No one saving my soul
No one forcing me to slave to these droves
Taking my life to these lows, try disable my flows, yeah
I found myself in all this hate
And I know I won't get this chance again
So I stay driven
And I can't change
'Cause God gave me a mind
Yeah, huh
Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we
Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride
Fuck it, do it on my own
Bitch, it's me, myself, and I
Tryna cover up soul, but they fucking up my size
I guess no one on my side