[Verse Thoughts] These sour blemishes Of life make me sick Wish world would get up off my dick Things you people give f** about I can give two f**s about Complaint days of suicide Take the easy route Many days i slice my wrist Trying to escape the bullsh** Pains of growing up without a farther All he left me was war stories For the o.g's 2 borrow Another story Another sorrow Mother half way there Working for the better Just to leave another problem to starve me Problems will never be solved To much pain even start I feel cold heartily Feeling emotionless is so hard Why surviving the world is even harder And praying to god is even more difficult Bad enough I got to live with certain visuals sh** that sit with you forever [Hook Thoughts] Its all about a dollar and a figure Get ya money Its all about a dollar and a figure Get ya money, Get ya money Its all about a dollar and a figure [Verse Thoughts] The day I step into this world I found out I ain't sh** With average dream of wanting to be the next big thing But takes a dollar and dream Coming from the hood Statics already played effect in my scheme Going to college was a far away dream They make so rich be richer and poorer be poorer Now do you get the scheme i'm rapping trying sell my pains Selling dope to feens Creating more bullsh** dreams Mane I ain't sh** Mane I ain't sh** [Hook Thoughts] Its all about a dollar and a figure Get ya money Its all about a dollar and a figure Get ya money, Get ya money Its all about a dollar and a figure