[Intro]

Shit may be a simulation, beloved

I have no fuckin’ idea, ya know?

I’ll tell you this though, if it is a simulation

Be the real motherfucker in that motherfucker

Ya know? Yeah

[Verse]

It’s really wicked what money do

When you can see what the money do

He got a skirt and a purse and they gossip a lot

That’s the same shit that honeys do

Maybe it’s not, maybe it’s different

Maybe I’m bugging, maybe I’m tripping

Thought I was sturdy maybe I’m slipping

But back then you did the selling, not the sniffing

Something went wrong up in the kitchen

Nowadays they doing both

My gеneration’s fault, we needed to keep ‘еm close

But you see, you can’t see when you pushing v

And the money came from A’KI

The blind and the deaf

And the dumb can’t guide you

You get to it become a hallway idol

I know I got PTSD

Talking to myself, take it easy SP

Praying to the lord can you please protect me

Don’t let the fuck boys shoot me or the D’s arrest me

Yeah, now that’s a hustler’s prayer

Gotta say that then you should get the fuck out of there

You think the streets is lit, nah nigga the beach is lit

Foregin whip nice watch easter fit

You at the table, know who you feasting with

Bad vibes give you a stomach ache

Never stay in a place if you can’t put your gun away

Married to the streets but I’m letting the brides runaway

I can tell you why, cause I can tell you high

Your ma a tell your girl a slide

You just got the game twisted like curly fries

The streets a turn you to fast food

You a monkey playing with baboons

Niggas told you the cash rules

School of hard knocks you was playing the wrong classroom

Or maybe you just skipped it

Niggas threw you the jewels, maybe you just missed it

New book of Gz out here and you not listed

But don’t sweat what the critical think

This is God’s pen, it’s written in invisible ink

Nigga

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah

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