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I mean, I understand it's a business
But come on, make it another reason why you made it for 50–60 dollars
I find dollar records that, that is, you know, and that's the truth
Because they all, they all start at a dollar
The guy that showed you that beat and it becomes so popular
He got it for a dollar or 50 cents, he didn't pay two hundred dollars for it (would be 50 dollars)
Yeah, you know, he didn't pay anything for it
He paid a dollar, two dollars
Five dollars, tops
Now all of a sudden the fucking record is two hundred-something dollars
No, no, no, no, fuck that (every time)
Yeah
We on that Freshco and Miz shit our here, pop
Listen, one two, yeah, yeah
Listen, money, you ain't gettin' nothin' from me
And the eighth of sour diesel medication for me
And the shit you spit, that's softer than vapin' to me
All you get is hard work and dedication from me
And my brother Stoupe, he cook in a basement with me
That was years ago, now it's like it's ancient to me
We the definition how you age gracefully, B
I'm a God-fearer, y'all are more of Satan to me
I don't fuck with swine, y'all a piece of bacon to me
Y'all as soft as baby shit, y'all are jaded to me
This is complicated, y'all do it too basically
And being scary was never a sensation for me
The best record ever made it take a nation to me
And this microphone it was always faithful to me
It cost money just to have a conversation with me
Time is money, dummy, I ain't got the patience in me, yeah
Every time I'm working upon all the girls
Yeah, listen, yeah
Listen money, you ain't gettin' nada from me
Not a penny, not a nickel, not a dollar from me
Or the Fendi or the Gucci or the Prada from me
Get a job, muhfucka, stop botherin' me
See I looked at Nicodemo? like a father to me
My work effort too crazy to get farther than me
All you dirty mothafuckers should be honoring me
It's been twenty years of tryna take my aura from me
What you see as glamour life is like a horror to me
I ain't tryna lead a crib, it's always drama for me
That's the reason why I always got the lama on me
'Cause they tryna hang a motherfuckin' charge over me
Ain't no judge in his right mind pardoning me
He gon' throw the book at me, ain't no bargain' for me
I'm a bad lieutenant, you just like a sergeant to me
Build with gods on another level, father degree, yeah
Every time I'm working upon, all the girls, all the girls I need them
Hey-yeah, hey-yeah
Hey-yeah, hey