| When the money come it’s sweet as a honeybun
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| But when the money gone they hide like a honeycomb
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| They tell you get your education
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| Nigga, go to college
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| They colonizing your mind like Rhodesia
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| What you, a Rhodes scholar?
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| They never tell you that degree is just a receipt
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| You be paying off them loans til you’re 6 feet deep
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| Peep
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| In my environment every snitch gon' have to die
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| You ask me why
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| Cuz my entitlement is American as apple pie
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| It’s hard to get a check, it’s easy to get in debt
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| Then get it wet
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| You could get a little head for a little bread
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| That shit is dead
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| Get by, get over
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| You gotta get ahead or be back in the shelter by 12 so you can get a bed
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| The conditions you raised in is preyin on your decision-making
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| You concentrating on that short paper
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| The broad paper, that hard candy, that jaw breaker
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| The dark side of the force pay for that Lord Vader
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| How you tell a nigga from the hood?
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| We on the Dirty, Sexy Money like Blair Underwood
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| My money good (x4)
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| Can’t touch it
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| It’s only human to want to look
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| Money talk
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| My shit be tellin everyone to shhh
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| My money good (x4)
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| The millionaire musician a fairly recent phenomenon
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| Before there was musicians performing on the street corners
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| Out in the deep forest
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| The city drop the beat, the night air sing a sweet chorus
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| The trees lean toward us in order to take in the CO2 that we let out and
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| convert it into oxygen
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| Every time you blow a breath out you start the cycle again
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| Recycle the wind, spin it any way you want it
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| It’s priceless, this life is a blessing
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| No matter how you slice it or dice it, you can grill it like a swordfish
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| A beautiful mind, the bars gorgeous
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| I know I’m a suspect
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| When I’m walking and the streets is like my office
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| We the working class artists
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| They wishin that we was porpoise
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| But I know my worth
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| Tell em to make an offer of gold first
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| I’m in the fight of my life and I’m taking the whole purse
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| Soul search
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| For getting paid for creating the cold verse
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| Got the money on my mind
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| Tryna escape and it don’t work
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| Church
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| Repeat chorus |