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Honies, cash, weed, cars |
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ghetto celebrities, 'hood movie stars |
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gat slingers now rap singers are who we are |
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went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar |
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The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk |
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monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy |
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happy days balancing with life's atrocities |
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hoppin' in v's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly |
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high up in a five realizing the price paid |
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for this life laid in the light shade |
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one might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl |
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quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it |
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pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless |
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pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives |
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while you could catch me in a crisp white five |
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dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on |
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my theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong |
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I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts |
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now I grown up, got it chromed up |
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got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff |
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niggas acting cool, but it's really no love |
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I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch |
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this is everyday, every second |
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got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt |
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got me open while most of these rappers'll stay burnt |
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Chorus 2x (the second time "Honies" changes to Money") |
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With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard being Escobarro |
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Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle |
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my life is like a Donald Goines novel |
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we wave glasses like bravo |
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drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets |
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my niggas from the block rock this, |
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box cocaine, cook it and chop it |
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looking to profit, in different ways |
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goin' through this difficult stage, called life |
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but each year my physical's praised |
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some fell beyond the reach of help |
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cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself |
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when all we wanted was a piece of wealth |
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and randomly, feed our family |
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the streets are insanity |
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amply, living in ths thug's fantasy |
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richest nigga in show biz is what I plan to be |
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heavy chain and my QB sway, living this king's life |
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magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight |
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Chorus 2x (The Second time "Honies" changes to "Money") |
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Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain |
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iced the chain and all the followers came |
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they tried to throw me off track, but I caught that |
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they thought I lost that |
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but I'm continuing to make more stacks |
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halftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittin' |
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trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches |
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sleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin' real scared, on the |
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ground |
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rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds |
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the crews up, findin time to shine rocks |
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it's real, you violate, be in a pine box |
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if it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy |
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I didn't make the game, the game made me |
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records for the babies so they raised up in mansions |
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haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing |
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Yall know the routine out this muthafucka.... word up |
