got so much money on my mind,
i would willing always be on my grind,
i would and will always do real things,
like i am listening to pac,
thinkin about money on this pathetic block,
i dont sell crack , and i dont pack a glock,
aint to need to,
if money stays on your mind,
and you put in hella over time,
want every penny every dime,
the the sun will come and it will shine,
jsut tell me whats happening,
insects are takin over africa,
and in the NYC broke dudes will be robbing ya,
non-stoppin ya
the kids in Scotland,
are fighting for respect like blood in the sand,
so i am callin my man,
start the ciycle again and make another grand,
and money's in heavy demand,
Emile Basset,
is Drastic,
its fantastic,
I'm so sarcastic,
and MJ just Died like you where eatin off plastic,
and on jonah dont let me start,
tryin make it as a DJ like he got the right part,
but his smart,
and he puttin in the pieces part by part,
and jethro is off tryin make it too,
but his below,
his Plato,
needs time to grow,
when he hits,
be the shit,
if you wanna know how i am,
well i dont give a dam,
i win or i dont,
and if i dont win,
well i just wont,
i am practicing for days,
and the way i was raised,
they where blazed,
I became Crazed,
And determined,
anyway that i could,
bitch i would,
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