Rags To Riches

Damn, broke is a bad joke

But still I laugh though frontin' trynna have hope, it's sad though

I'm tired of being broke as sh*t

I'm seeing other n*ggas ball and I'm like 0 for 6

Ay man I just graduated, good old college degree

Sh*t, my n*ggas drug dealing seen more dollars than me

I know my calling

Its in my blood to do this music thing

Wont be that illest n*gga that you never knew his name

I'm looking at these fake A&R's like "you a lame-

That boy a genius and you ain't even listen, man you insane"

But you'll see though, just what the hell a n*gga bout' to be though

So give me one year then play this back like TiVO

Cuz boy I'm fein'n blow I'm a mothaf*cking torpedo

The music's in my blood so watch these n*ggas turn mosquitoes

Uh, I play the villain and the hero, some grow man sh*t

Feel like a god'dam kid, man I'm Pac and BIG

"Up" is something that I cant give

Wont see me disappear like the old Ant Viv

Cuz even on a slow jam I'm so damn sick

Man I even spread a virus to a program-quick

I gotta focus on my flow and get some doe man, sh*t

No dollars got me acting like I got no damn sense

But peace to my broham's and my ex lady

Yea we've been complicating things with the sex lately

Maybe I'm being selfish-but naw I cant help it

Cuz girl we go back like a throwback Celtics-jersey

Regardless of where God lead us,

just know that I was Martin and you was my Gina

Uh, but I'm through living in the past Lord

No more thinking rewind and more fast forward

Less rearview mirror and more dashboard

I'm visualizing cash and stamps on a passport

That CLS with a full tank of gas for it

Cop my momma a whip n*gga he didn't even ask for it

Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or love us

But it's gon' get my momma out the struggle

Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or love us

But it's gon' get my momma out the struggle

Said I'm wise enough to know that money cant buy you happiness or love us

But it's gon' get my momma out the struggle