Текст песни
Shoutout to all the bus drivers
That let me ride for free
Ain't no change in my pocket
That's just my chain and keys
I shouldn't even be skruggling
This ain't even me
I turned my last four dollars
Into a shopping spree
I know u see this gold in my mouth
Itch
Acknowledge me
Caint pay my tithes
I'm robbing God
Idolatry
Jesus died
But I'll decide
What I believe
Cuz obviously
I believe
The economy
Honor me
Or value me higher than a black man
A white man with brown skin
But mentally bound with
Chains made of gold
Or sneakers with jumpman
One fifty gone
Still I can't even jump man
I spent it all...
Thinking about my habits disgusting
My daddy said
The world ain't gone leave u with nothin
So rainy days should never phase
A man should be plenty paid
Just off what he penny saved
I heard it It made sense
But I'm stuck on the slaveship
And when the sunset
It look like a spaceship
But when the light shine
Suddenly I'm blind to
False realities
Casualties
And the bad of these
Speaking like I owe u sum
These Uncle Toms
I ain't got the only one
When that money come
And my bills is paid and done
Ima be the freshest under 30;
Models on my arm
You caint be for real
You ain't go no real
Struggle here
I be at the mall
Tryna spend it all
For my check get here
In God We Trust is on my dolla bill
Trusting God is real
Hard when you buying what He give
I'm just keeping it real