23/08/2024
Pick myself again
Dust myself up
Pick the mic again
It's time to rap(wrap) up
I always have something to say
Express it all on a page
Call it, money over happiness
I describe a millionaire as a n***a who went through pain first
To believe I make music, I godda be paid first?
Lyrics on the floor, your belly on the same flat
Stash money on my stomach, only way I became fat
Spend too much time in the studio, am a lab rat
I make music, had to cut off n***as who make excuses
I got pain but the melodies reduces it