Take my verses too serious, you'll hate me Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head The game need change and I'm the motherfuckin' cashier The young spitter that everybody in rap fearĪ lot of y'all are still soundin' like last year Just enough to solve your problems, too much'll kill yaĪnd when I leave, I always come right back here I get it, I live it, to me there's nothin' realer They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I want the money (Money), money and the cars
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