Lyrics CULTURE - Monti

CULTURE

You ain’t gotta die for this
I got bills on deck
It’s like this
I got rolls on ma rolls
Like this
Imma choke that row
It’s like this
Tell a mama
You don’t wanna die for less
I got people left on exited
You ain’t gotta die for this
You don’t wanna die for less
Look into my eyes
When they roll up, yeah
I was busy making money
By the minute when u right
Saw me roll up, yeah
Count me in
Pay the price
When i dice in this bitch
Better call for advice
In a trice
Imma split
Cause im living for the night
Living for a life
Lookin for ways to live right, yeah
This is for the culture
For the bees and the vultures, yeah
Ass like a sculpture
Make me wanna do
Something vulgar
Coppin heavy my homie
I cop marble
Poor me all shiny
Like a marble
These streets coppin herb on repeat
The streets choppin heads of
G’s that cry purple
Make me wanna do something
I wouldn’t do
Put your vest back on
If its bulletproof
Bullets ain’t busy
If we cool to u
And i need a brand new dude
I can prove it to
This a destiny
Proven to be the best for me
Talking legacy is
Draining all of ma energy
Trynna make me into something
I will never be
Lighting candles
With faces of dead kennedys
Tell everyone im an asshole
Tell everyone im bringing my ass home
You ain’t gotta die for this
I got on pills on my deck
Like this
I got rolls on my rolls
Like this
Imma choke that row
It’s like this
Tell a mama
You don’t wanna die for less
I got people left on exited
You ain’t gotta die for this
You don’t wanna die for less
You ain’t gotta die for this
You were never part of this
Ya bitter bad blood
Wasn’t born for this
And now you telling everybody
Who your problem is
This a war u can’t stop
Tell me where the drugs at
Need a couple of beans
Im eating em all fast
Then i pass out
Where the boss at?
Bitch u call a boss
Imma pause that
Run away
Better haul ass
Wait
Where ur hall pass?
Im the boss and in all caps
Please
Watch me preach from the balcony
Nah really
This a dream
No reality
Im crashing rapidly
Money real bad for my sanity
But money real good for my vanity
Crime doesn’t pay
They be saying shit
If it didn’t ma momma wouldn’t have married it
You ain’t gotta die for this
I got on pills on my deck
Like this
I got rolls on my rolls
Like this
Imma choke that row
It’s like this
Tell a mama
You don’t wanna die for less
I got people left on exited
You ain’t gotta die for this
You don’t wanna die for less