Money, *******, hoes
Greed, *****, lords knows
Story of the past
Freedom from the Mars
Snake's up in the grass, Fake Gucci on her hip
While the black kid rapped
a story of A BoB d and the hatred for the piggies
Fuels fire in the bones was always proun to see the spliffy
And laughs when i ****, and ******* sing and write about how
I even got that same ******* smile
04’ got 'em So I'm getting them no more
Black little militant, born on my 91 ****
Pants saggin' niggaritus, - with one double nine three. pre-milluminum a little bumble bee
See me, I mean, I was a warrior,
On a mission, was running,
And shooting my own decisions
Black, sell a ******* ounce of crack
Momma said to give it back, money over honey's
But the dream was to ******* rap
Walk around the city, looking pretty, but well we are city global
my 'tuition was the streets
Then Enie - came along and sent a beat
Hip-Hop ******* history
Sipping guinness, one day someone gonna’ write my memoirs, flaming.
Snatching a purse from my boy, to feed the studio bills.
On It's Relevance, momma said I got you.
Still on.
Money, *******, hoes
Greed, *****, lords knows