| I kept it real thru all the trials and tribulations | 
| Not relyin' on that fake shit | 
| I can finally say I made it | 
| Used to try to make a name by pushin' powder off the pavement | 
| Now I’m stressin', mama told me get a counselor for my anger, yuh | 
| My homie spent like half his life inside a jail | 
| I’m fuckin' lucky I was never right beside him in that cell | 
| He used to write me thru the mail and tell me «Dawg, I need your help» | 
| But I just drink until I’m drunk and then I’d vomit on myself | 
| Shit’s pathetic as fuck, but it’s like it’s never enough | 
| I drink two bottles on my own, but I don’t feel like I’m drunk | 
| So I just fill up my cup and sip till my feelins go numb | 
| Now I got money, but this money let’s me give in too much | 
| Yeah, I’m a one man army | 
| I get it poppin' by myself | 
| I am not gon' need your help cuz these the cards that I was dealt, yeah | 
| Buck told me I could spread my wings and fly | 
| I’m lookin' down on you suckers and I won’t never leave the sky, no | 
| (Oh, you thought it was a game, right? Stompdown Killaz forever) | 
| Everybody got opinions, opinions | 
| But they ain’t never had to live it, live it | 
| That’s the mafuckin' difference | 
| I keep gettin' money watchin' time go by, time go by | 
| Everybody got opinions, opinions | 
| But they ain’t never had to live it, live it | 
| And that’s the mafuckin' difference | 
| I keep gettin' money watchin' time go by, time go by | 
| Losin' my mind | 
| I’m just out here nah usin' my nine | 
| Stepped it up | 
| We catchin' bodies nah two at a time | 
| Really trappin', but you can’t see cuz you in the blind | 
| Fuck trust! | 
| That’s the shit that got you in a bind | 
| Bullets flyin', meanwhile you’re just doin' this lyin' | 
| Until you’re forced to sit down from catchin' two in the spine | 
| Dirty money, cleanin' it now, most of its dryin' | 
| If I left a snake in the grass, Lord send me a sign | 
| Cut from a different cloth, I'm a different design | 
| Difference in me? | 
| I want all of my niggas to shine | 
| Look how they did me, I’m not goin' to prison this time | 
| Listen to me, I’m either gonna get rich or die tryin' | 
| Get you a key | 
| Go head, shawty, hit you a line | 
| And this is just me, you probably not used to this kind | 
| You know where I be, I’m usually not hard to find | 
| Cash zipped in the key, I’m still slingin' this iron | 
| It’s Buckshot | 
| (Hey Merkules, don’t you ever forget. The shit you go thru in life make you who | 
| you are yeh dig? | 
| Fuck 'em) | 
| Everybody got opinions, opinions | 
| But they ain’t never had to live it, live it | 
| That’s the mafuckin' difference | 
| I keep gettin' money watchin' time go by, time go by | 
| Everybody got opinions, opinions | 
| But they ain’t never had to live it, live it | 
| And that’s the mafuckin' difference | 
| I keep gettin' money watchin' time go by, time go by |