[Starlito]
Get your money, money never make a man
A man never break his word, a man never takes the stand
A man that believe in himself ain't scared to take a chance
Hell I did a lot worse just trying to make a grand
I wish for it, might have shorted yo sack but never snitched nor
Ran and got my gun for something I could use my fist for
I was pissed off, piss poor
Still afforded the liquor store
Spend it as I make as if I'm sure I'll go get some more
Not sure if I'mma make it so at least this way I get to enjoy
Just toured now I got plenty cards like One leg Richard
Or you might not get it, see I was hanging with those Lichin boyz
Shooting dice like it was my religion, yeah for rich or poor
Then Jt died, I still cry sometime
n***as grow nuts when its hot outside They'll try you in the summertime
Picture this, air quit working.. Baby mama b**hing
So he made it his mission.. To catch me slippin
Now I get surviellence on my phone let me see you in my kitchen
Ill send em to ya home pow pow, chest piece missing
I like her on the marley but on the X she different
One minute she cool... then the next she trippin
I told her don't f** with them lame n***as! Unless he tippin
She sneeze when she bring me that cheese, and bless me with it
Till the d**h of me I guess I'll be a referee official
And yo b**h think I'm a referee whistle how she blow
f** you I hate you too, I hate you too
I ain't sh** ain't it the truth
I hate you too, I hate you too
f** it I ain't sh**, ain't it truth? I hate you too
[Don Trip]
Alright, truth is all I wanted was time with my son
But now that I get to see him I can't cuz I'm never home
I got to video chat with Jaylen over the phone
So right about now I'm in dire need of a clone
Always on the road, hardly ever alone
But I still don't need security, all I carry chrome
No I don't need them bottles or model b**hes in thongs
All I need is my money, I just came to perform
I don't won't to be Wayne, No I don't want to be Sean
No I don't want to be Pac I just want to be Don
I plan to get rich as I can before I'm done
But if my record don't sell it's farwell and so long
It's back to riding dirty with my Pockets Full of Stone
I got ba** in my trunk even if my speakers blown
The laws caught my a** I'm doing twenty years strong
Yeah I run it like a rush but the bank's my endzone
NOTCH