Lyrics Money, Power, Respect - Prezi, Yhung T.O.

Money, Power, Respect

I pray to God I don’t be a victim
Be a victim to the streets, a victim to the system
If it don’t work when you start, you gotta be consistent
The world is set for you to fail, and I don’t get the picture
In this game you take the wins with the losses, nigga, but you don’t cry about
it
Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it
Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it
Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it
Money, power, and respect, it mean a lot to me
My life a gamble, roll the dice, no Monopoly
It haunt my dreams tonight, from shit that I done seen
Don’t get mad and tell your people shit that you don’t mean
In the end, it’s gon' hurt you if you move wrong
New Glock with a 30, that bitch two-tone (Blat)
I really grew up where I’m from, I ain’t have a choice
Can’t be yellin' at no bitch, don’t want my voice hoarse (Nah)
Be evicted, fuck nah, I can’t be evicted
Got some vicious ass lawyers, they can beat the system (They vicious)
You can’t call me «Hollywood,» 'cause I’m still in them trenches (Up top)
If I’m on, we all on, this ain’t no competition
The world set for me to fail, I get it now
Catch a case, you better not tell, you gotta sit it down
I ain’t hangin' with new niggas, had to been around
I’m the king of my city, I don’t need a crown
I pray to God I don’t be a victim
Be a victim to the streets, a victim to the system
If it don’t work when you start, you gotta be consistent
The world is set for you to fail, and I don’t get the picture
In this game you take the wins with the losses, nigga, but you don’t cry about
it
Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it
Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it
Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it
I took some losses in this shit, I had to bounce back
Where the fuck you niggas was at when I was down bad?
Yeah, diamond VVS, I got my own bag
And I’ll never trust again no, no
Diamonds dancin' on my neck, hardcore
And I’ll forever talk to it, on my soul
His mama tell me that she need me, I know
And I’ma always be there for you, just know
These niggas ain’t real like they say, yay
Rollin' up this dope to the face
Patron and codeine what I drank
And I up this Glock to your face
Nigga, I ain’t in the mood, so don’t play
Up this AR and let it spray
They permanent like tats on my face
I gotta keep this Glock on my waist
I pray to God I don’t be a victim
Be a victim to the streets, a victim to the system
If it don’t work when you start, you gotta be consistent
The world is set for you to fail, and I don’t get the picture
In this game you take the wins with the losses, nigga, but you don’t cry about
it
Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it
Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it
Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it