I put my pain in this shit

I rather have money

Ion care to have friends

It is what it is

Still alone in the end

Ima get this money pop bottles til it end

I put my pain in this shit

I rather have money

Ion care to have friends

It is what it is

Still alone in the end

Ima get this money pop bottles til it

End

My brudda killed my brudda that’s for real

Some Trauma never heal

My trust fucked up forreal

I’m chasing me a mil

Remember we was splitting meals

The streets needed a break

I lеft her life da let hеr Q

Grew up in the field

I I’m knowing what it is

Jpay my bruddas

Cause them niggas doing bids

We gon get this money

We gon change they way we live

Kilo. If daddy don’t make it

We still gon be living big

There’s times I almost did

But my worth more than a Benz

Took them trips alone

Ion give a fuck about no friend

I popped a addy just so I can vent

Tryna go places where a nigga never been

I harbor all this pain

It’s hard for me to let you in

I swear ion need no friends

Niggas hate to see you win

Why they hate, it don’t make no sense

Smoking Gelatti reminiscing about

How I got that call, that I got rinsed

Supposed to be my brudda

Leaving black hearts, under my pics

No Drama Chris, I’m young & reckless

Ion’t need no fits

Niggas scared to use they fist

No comment on a bitch

Been living on the edge

I fell in love wit taking risk

I put my pain in this shit

I rather have money

Ion care to have friends

It is what it is

Still alone in the end

Ima get this money pop bottles til it end

I put my pain in this shit

I rather have money

Ion care to have friends

It is what it is

Still alone in the end

Ima get this money pop bottles til it