So tonight, I wanna talk to you about the relationshipBetween money and peace.."A lot of people say it's not about money, it's about peace!It's about money...
You took my heart from meI'll never be the sameNow killing won't be hard for meCause I can't feel a thing
Sunday morning, preacher in the pulpitKissed my nanna, I can't listen to this bullsh**It's all good til they ask me for an offeringAll we got is pain, so that's all I can offer himMy mama cold, she put me in this cold worldLeft me, what I got to protect me?Oh, I got a 9, yeah I got a 9!And all this ambition, bitch I'm on the grindSky's the limit, 2 for 5's the gimmickYou line something up, I tie something upThey run up out that crib with that money, ni** whatSchool of hard knocks, I'm ahead of my classWith no hesitation put a hole in your assSee, no it's never my fault when I fu** upI knock your as**out, to wake you the fu** upBras**knuckles and my knife: now tell me wassup
I made it to a half a mansion, sh** I thought I made itHood bitches on a ni**, yeah all on a ni**The D's his the door with the batter ramI'm standing by the door that's broke, tryna flush this sh**? was my ni** started fu**ing with that record sh**Beat me off my money, ni** ran off with my Mack 11I was down, he kicked me when I'm downWhen I think about this kid, it fu**s my head up right nowYou know the same ni**s that got me shot killed your brotherAnd you never did sh** about that, motherfu**er