| I just wanna thank God for the life that I got |
| Seen a lot of pain, yeah, I seen a lot |
| Coulda copped that Lamborghini off the lot |
| But money isn’t everything |
| Money isn’t the reason that I sing |
| I got a lot of chains, got a lot of bling |
| But money isn’t everything |
| No, money isn’t everything |
| I just wanna thank God for the life that I got |
| Seen a lot of pain, yeah, I seen a lot |
| Coulda copped that Lamborghini off the lot |
| But money isn’t everything |
| Money isn’t the reason that I sing |
| Yeah |
| Yo, this motherfucker 6ix, man |
| He played me this verse I had from like ten years ago, so I thought I’d do it |
| now |
| Ayy, look to my left and see my brother sellin' drugs |
| Look to my right and see my sister’s fuckin' thugs |
| Ain’t it funny how this life go? One moment, you’re in the dark |
| But when that light glow, it’s like you’re seein' for the first time |
| As I penetrate your mind like a burst of ammunition, I was shot out of a nine |
| I’m givin' everything I got, so, yeah, it better be my time |
| They said I’d never make it, that’s the reason I still rhyme now |
| Feelin' like Annie singin' 'bout the Sun |
| No food in my stomach, hopin' that tomorrow gon' come, yeah |
| Maybe it won’t, but I pray it will |
| 'Cause drug dealers on the corner, they finna spray you at will |
| And this music is a dream that I plan to fulfill |
| Starin' at the morgue through my windowsill |
| In the beginnin', I was itchin', no, I couldn’t sit still |
| But when you got this much heat, it’s too hard to chill |
| I just wanna thank God for the life that I got |
| Seen a lot of pain, yeah, I seen a lot |
| Coulda copped that Lamborghini off the lot |
| But money isn’t everything |
| Money isn’t the reason that I sing |
| I got a lot of chains, got a lot of bling |
| But money isn’t everything |
| No, money isn’t everything |