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I'm in my basement fantasizing about my riches

Planning  my next move 'cus making money is my only business

My  phone is buzzing, it's my cousin, telling me he needs help with something

''Meet me in one'', I reply back I'm coming just give me a sec

Now I haven't seen the dude since a while back

But  I recognize him from the bullet wound on his right hand, so that's gotta be him

I  hit my cous' up, ''yo what's up?''

He acting funny, from the look of his eyes I knew something was up

''Ayo  Graph I'm on the run I can't make this too long

But I had an important deal with someone that can't go wrong

But I can't go out while the police is around

I need you to do it for me, don't worry about the money you can keep it, you down?''

Suddenly,  I get a rush of all thoughts on the mind

But it's easy to ignore 'em when the cash looks greener on the other side so I say cool

He hands me the coke with a Tec in case I have to smoke or get smoked

But rather that than going back broke

(Ayo Don it's me put the phone close to your ear

I need you to come pick me up. I'll explain when you here)

I hang up, this shit got me feeling like Carlito

Next thing I know, I see Don-D in the panchito so I hop in

I tell him what happened, ''Yo you down with it?

We can make it fast, take the cash, get out and split it.''

I'm tired of opening my bank account and seeing three zeros

I wanna get the dinero

So I can cop land like Robert De Niro

School gave me false assumptions of driving Lexus' and Porsches

Wearing Karat necklaces and rocking Rolex watches

My mind strived for the hundreds, the Benjamins gave me adrenalin rushes

I'm tempted to rush this, hit the gas let's get it done with

We drive to the spot where we supposed to be meeting

I see this guy on the corner, ''Ayo that's gotta be him!''

As I rolled the window down he told me to give the powder up fast and get out the passenger seat with my hands up

''You're under arrest!''

My heart sank like an hour glass, can't believe I get set up

I yell at Don to reverse and back up, I'm loading my Tec up

'Cus I refuse to let these motherfuckers mess up my cash flow

And I won't hesitate to let the gat blow, so duck your head low

''Drive around the corner, I'm gonna put one in his armor''

Rolled the window down, cocked the gat back

''So what's up now partna'?! ''

But Don had other plans and flattened the bitch to oatmeal

''I told you not to fuck with Roaddogg, 'cus now you're road kill!''

It's only a matter of seconds before they started swarming

And in the mirror I could see the red and blue lights coming closer

I grab the toaster, ''I ain't going to the penitentiary

I'm 21, still got my fucking life ahead of me

It's best if we split up, when it's safe, hit the crib up''

I load the tec up, Click-Clack

''Time to spray shit up''

It's about to turn into a grave site

I started letting off while in plain sight

From the nervousness I couldn't aim right

The crossfire is getting bad, shots flew right over my head

I'm this close to death, ''Shit, I better go back''

Before I could do that, a bullet took me under

Blood gushing like water

''Shit, I think I'm a goner''

I tried to hold on for longer but flashes of my life started to hover and all I could think of was how I went from a mother's child

To a money hungry motherfucker