yeah.......
feel dis 1
aint no other way when u broke as fuck ya know?
but it aint no thang
i'mma make mine

stressin and dealin with strain
it's racking my brain i'm stuck in the game
it's simple and plain fuck the fame
i aint no celebrity i'm gettin felonies
ready to die cuz poverty's gettin tha best of me
i got a plan i got a van i got some niggaz 2 ride 4 me man
and i got fam i need grands i'll make some money however i can
robbin and duckin not givin a fuck
cus shit gets thirsty when you in a rut
i'm killin and dealing and makin a livin
niggas is stealin whatever i'm gettin
so i gotta ride and i gotta take
just to provide dawg give me a break
life aint easy and times is hard
i'm tryin 2 stay from behind bars
hustlin strugglin and doin these shows
mackin these broads pimpin these hoes
when niggas act funny tha kid gets gully
some way some how even if i gotta take money
imma make money mayne imma make money

niggas is crusin on fools thats breakin tha rules
because they aint true to payin they dues
this life is so crule everythings fuled
on usin them tools 2 get us some jewels
but i aint no dummy i rip one dunny
when shit gets funny tha kid fakes gully
cuz somehow nigga i gotta make money
even if it seems that i gotta take money
when shit gets funny imma get gully
imma make money mayne imma make money

switchin up flows for tha lame i'm half way insane
slangin this yayo all day yo got my mind stuck on cocaine
what can i do but slang in this dirty game it's so profound
only way to get us out tha hood is sellin these pounds
evading poverty through bank robberies is there another way
at the rate i'm goin i must be the son of God headed for better days
my momma looks so helpless we cant be selfish or we'll lose it
everything the house the car her wedding ring i had to do it
started out sellin on Rimrock moved to Ashcroft in a year
nobody knew what was in my Timb box and i still hide it with fear
what would you do in my situation? so much bullshit i'm facing
still i'm looked down on but my neighbor's a fuckin rapist
see this world's crooked look at the hand i've been dealt and make a move
you'd end up where i am in my shoes slangin dope now wouldn't you?


niggas is crusin on fools thats breakin tha rules
because they aint true to payin they dues
this life is so crule everythings fuled
on usin them tools 2 get us some jewels
but i aint no dummy i rip one dunny
when shit gets funny tha kid fakes gully
cuz somehow nigga i gotta make money
even if it seems that i gotta take money
when shit gets funny imma get gully
imma make money mayne imma make money