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Hey I got a dolla in a
But its all a n-gga got so its about green
And im all up in spot
Hey

1]
Yeah the mental state of a young black genius
The fast I done seen on the screen is addictive
Money and I done dreamed about
And all the hoes that I about
Ey tell me am I for visualizing material shit I neva had
Waving gats of flags the American dream
Why do we cling to the
Knowing they
My n-ggas high enough to swaing from the
Ink from the pen on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my book
the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily
At times I question God can you blame me they tame me?
My screech through the street Im a beast on em
Oh no he will not you will not see a priest on him
He will not or lose his grip they got them cleats on em
But will he run unless you call police on em

One time, two times, three
Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up the peace
Its two to a n-gga though
I Its two sides to a n-gga yo
Ey look sometimes im high
im feeling low
Lord will I die will I let a n-gga know
You say you me but what side did you get to know?
Its two to a n-gga yo yo yo

2]
Yeah some pussy put out on me and my mans
for the pistol we drop em right there where he stands
But still we never ran foolish pride made us right there
Not understanding we could lose our there
And the hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long distance
Ugh as lil in the Ville we was trippin
of nose ass niggas to watching the fight until its over
They ran when the gatts came out, I moved
Foolish what was I thinking? wasn't trying to be its
Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with
When a get to violating
He sleeping on me awake, bitch i,ll annihilate him
Im tired of wait on my ticket out this
Hope they don't me before I get up out this mothaf-cka
I go,
Now can I be that n-gga I thought I was? I gotta
Will I make it like I thought I would? I blow

3]
Yeah I heaven, seen hell
The two of the Ville
One side dreams, the sides real
One schemes, the other side deals
What the pain brings another mother cry
Why the f-ck am I God?
That n-gga why the f-ck am I still alive?
I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done all this success to me
And all I to focus on is all this stress on me
Bless homie we
Cold got me sneezing
Wrote when I was broke so hey I guess we even
Though it blows demons trying to stop from bustin semen
In an bitch I know my n-ggas feel this shit
How could I f-ck her raw? And I met the hoe
My dick took it aint never felt this wet before
Im in my mind but its way to late to stop it
Make this shit so bad, I had a in my pocket
Lets change the
I go berserk
I'm so alert, riding 95
Naw I aint to go to work
I'm back home aint staying that long
I'm chasing dreams shawty im paying loans
I'm paying that a n-gga paying tax on
Im blow like a n-gga playing saxophone
Im playing daddy to n-ggas daughter
don't even Jesus never saw his real father
I don't bother me at all
Yeah say it don't me
got me thinking bout my mom though
Man I cant wait to sing this I be like, I be like

Hey cry hey ohh no
We aint gotta bout the money no more
We aint worry bout how them bill get paid
We aint worry how the meals get fed
Hey cry hey ohh no
We aint gotta bout the money no more
We gotta worry bout how them bill get paid
We aint gotta how the meals get fed
Hey Hey Hey