(Hook): Kur

I reached the point of life where money dont mean shit

Thought that it would ease the pain it ain't ease shit

Was hopin it would get my broken dreams fixed

Thought I seen it all but I ain't seen shit

If money buy happiness why we still cry

If the truth set us free why we still lie

Whats the point of tryin ya hardest to live

When it boils down to it we livin to die

Verse 1: Kur

When I was young I was ashamed of myself

I hated myself

I had thoughts of hangin myself

I was fucked up, I was barely bathin myself

Fuck blamin myself

Got on my grind I had to aim for success

When I came off the step

I can't lie I wasn't anxious for sex

Was more concerned about gainin respect

Was more concerned about earnin a check

Just know I learned from the best

I learned all the steps on how to get back

I was doin shit a man should

We survived off of tuna and them canned goods

Just know that spigot water cool wit some ice in it

We fear nothin but God and a life sentence, this is life nigga

I told God I dont like sinnin

But my stomach growlin

And when Im hungry I resolve to violence

I know I got potential I know I got the talent

"Money don't mean shit if you ain't got the knowledge."

(Hook)

Verse 2: Santos

When I was younger I was pissed poor

I use to ask what I was livin for

My brother trapped behind them prison doors the other one was in the morgue

And all I can do is let liquor poor so I was gettin torn

And all my role models was drug dealers

Through escape my reality I use to skip school and puff dippers

And my brother played the role of my pop

But coudnt raise me up right cause he was smokin them rocks

I use to hold my punches back when I wanted to steal him

He use to fuck me up so bad I wanted to kill him

But that anger turned me into a man

So I dropped outta school said fuck rap Im on the block wit my goons

I rep the hood thats cause thats where I be

Where every broke nigga dream is unwrappin a key

Im just passin this tree thinkin how my future gon actually be

My brother killed my brother wonder whats gon happen to me

DAMN!!

(Hook)

Verse 3: Kur

I sit and think what if Embalming Fluid never got made

Then my Mom cigarettes would've never got laced

Then the child support money that she spent on drugs

Would've went to buyin me clothes and buyin me J's

All the niggas who sold it to her was around my age

If the shit ain't exist they wouldve never got paid

And all them flashy niggas would've been broke like me

And they can know how it feels not to never get laid

Im steady contradicting

Was thinkin should I get a pack or make a honest livin

Fuck it imma take this pack you know Time is tickin

And Im that nigga who grew up with out a pot to piss in

Wish yall would stop and listen

Man I do this for the times I had to eat in the dark

And I do this for the times I had to sleep in the car

And I do this for the time I had 3 pair of draws

Uh, Without them food stamps we would've starved

You heard me!