[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)