[Produced by SPEEDY G]
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I feel like life is a prison
And I'm doing time in my mind
My reality is an illusion that I'm free
But my bank statements telling me, that I'm not financially free
The same story goes for my homies, who all want a s**y shorty
Holding onto their dreams for success, to live the fast life slowly
In this world, you can't get something for nothing
So I give all that I got, in everything that I do
And if you pay me multiply it times two, or better yet times three
Cause I've been living my life carefree, Blame it on the alcohol that gets in me
Or the things I watch on t.v, explicit content on the Internet that's free
It gets harder to blame myself for being me (yeah)
Everywhere I go, all that matters is the dough
But you already knew that's life in the 2.5.4 (2.5.4)
Bring it back…
[Verse 2]
Regardless of your qualifications, money is the topic of every conversation
So don't think ima b**h when I don't call, I got limited phone credit
But you can hit me up, Hit me up on what sup
Cause theirs a smile on my face, When someone says, when someone says
When someone says, Turn Up, Turn up (yeah)
Turn up, Turn up,(Yeah) Turn up, Turn Up
Now bring it back to reality. (Yeah)