Woah
If money could buy happiness, I would've been smilin'
I'm hurt, but I cover it with direct deposit
Still fightin' battles in my head I ain't never tell nobody
I just want bro killer dead, I been on a hunt to find him
Niggas better not let me find him
I move around like Obama or somethin', I gotta make it back to my mama
I'm tryna tell bro stay out the beef 'cause the beef ain't bringin' you dollars
I'm tryna show love back to my city, but it ain't brought nothin' but trauma
Whole lotta problems and drama, whole lotta bullet holes came from a chopper
Whole lotta outside shit with them goblins, hungry as hell, only opps was robbin'
Do anything just to get to the guala, but one thing, I ain't crossin' my partners for it
Hardbody and my mama know it, but when I leave, she be paranoid
And they alway ask for somethin', if I can't give, what I got it for?
Feel like a dream when I'm in New York, I'm still gettin' used to the marble floors
Still gettin' used to the hills, I know how it feel lookin' up from the bottom floor
(Still gettin' used to the hills, I know)
I still got scars I don't show, I still got a long way to go
And I know how it feel to be 'lone, my dog locked down, I feel for you, bro
And my niggas still spinnin', they sinnin', it's none of my business, only Lord knows, hmm
Uh
If money can't buy happiness, I don't really need it
I'm done blowin' my money on drip, I know it's someone who need it
I'm drownin', not breathin'
Just call when they need somethin', don't care how I'm feelin'
Been thumbin' through thousands lately, my fingers been peelin'
I think 'bout my mama daily, no time for no chillin'
I think about my cousin daily, it been years, I'm still healin'
Hate that they paint him a villain, outside with dangerous gorillas
Niggas pull ho shit, can't feel 'em, how you with your brother killer?
Killin' don't make you no man, these niggas boys, I don't feel 'em
Movin' your mom out the hood, that's when you actually living
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
If money could buy happiness, I would've been smilin'
I'm hurt, but I cover it with direct deposit
Still fightin' battles in my head I ain't never tell nobody
I just want bro killer dead, I been on a hunt to find him
Niggas better not let me find him
I move around like Obama or somethin', I gotta make it back to my mama
I'm tryna tell bro stay out the beef 'cause the beef ain't bringin' you dollars
I'm tryna show love back to my city, but it ain't brought nothin' but trauma
Whole lotta problems and drama, whole lotta bullet holes came from a chopper
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