for my money Now she laughing to the bank and ain't a damn thing funny My momma lights off and my daddy don't call And my nigga got killed, man, I miss
like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
I had a dream the other night, and I Was sittin' in my living room Dozed off to sleep So I start to dreamin' I dreamed I walked in a place and I saw
hers and his 'Cause baby you're the girl of my dreams At first I didn't understand what I was dealing with A real real fly relationship I was killing it But now
you tell by the song I wanted to be the one? Did you listen again when the damage was done? Now the paint's still wet in your do-it-by-number dream Are
ripped all your pictures off the wall I loved you Slim, we could have been together Think about it, you ruined it now I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream
Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked
Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin' money
debacles like pot holes in Jamaica, We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream, Bob got high, I still do both but somehow I got by
hitting that 95, I'm out to get that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money I started flat broke, now
like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo
s killing you Killing you Little by little by hook or by crook Never living earnest, never get judged I don't know where it is I should look Little by
Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give
a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract raps simple with a street format Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax Check out the retrograde motion, kill
-wide tour would be the outcome Labels want my name beside an X like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one Yeah nigga, I'm about my business Killing
tell these mother fuckers As a kid, I used to lay awake and think When was Santana gonna make a drink? But now I'm all grown and my dream came true
knees and ask God, 'why?' [SANTIGOLD] This nightlife is killing me I think I'm losing my mind I yearn to fly, yet I sink Stalling tears is my dream [
, did you kill 'em all? To death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns And you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill