[Intro: Naledge]
Brain
So I take a [?], but a cigar
Blowing ashes out on these n***as
Yeah
[Verse 1: Naledge]
n***as coming down stony and I'm looking like the man ho
Never play me motherf**er, ain't no banjo
Ain't no magazine n***a, you can get your issue
Rolling down '87 n***a, get a tissue
Cos I know you n***as hatin'
Yeah you hatin' for
Why you n***as mad
Get some paper homie
That's how I was raised, right on 7-trey
Jeffrey boulevard, all we know is getting paid
Them n***as call me ray
Yeah I skipped the gray
n***as make it rain, I precipitate
n***as play the corner, I anticipate
Rondé Barber, I big you like a father
Homie look me in the eye and tell me why I bother
You went grad' school and my money getting longer
Told 'em just wait, them loans gon' get paid off
I'm concentrating on my camp, sort of like I'm Adolf
[Hook: Saint The Good Boy]
And all my n***as tipping through the hood
Acting like they thinking crime don't pay
And all my n***as up to no good
Knowing that the .40 cal gon' spray
And I'm just looking at the money train
Waiting for an invitation
And I'm just looking at the money train
Yeah n***a just wait, to ride on
[Verse 2: Naledge]
My shorty can't eat no books
And my shorty can't eat no books
So I'm out here grinding
That's everyday
Own your own company, don't need no résumé
n***a I'm an entrepre-negro
Never asked for, cos I don't need no
[?] n***a told my mother if she need dough, then I got it
Told my son when he 21, spend the profit (n***a)
[Outro]
Nah mean
Scare money don't make money man (nah)
Whole life you told, go to school, get a good grade
Get a good grade, get a good job
Get a good job, then what you get
Nothing, loans n***a
Just a motherf**ing boss in your ear telling you what to do (yeah)
Why don't you tell yourself what to do, n***a
Brain
Go get it n***a