Cash Money

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Picture bullet holes in my face
They want to take the food off my plate, wish to see that day
My homie got hit ten in his frame
Only knew him two months in that place, life is such a shame

Pray to God he break me from my ways
Take this vanity far from my space, loosen up these chains
I don't want to hear about a case
All this bad news got me phased, was it worth the wait

Suicidal in that drop top
Legacy got more value than black rock, forget about that crack pot
You gon' put me in a bad spot
Act a fool on you like a mascot, lil bwoi bad what

Too much money, I don't deal with streets
Fifty thousand dollars cover up the scene, bet you would not play with me
I don't care about no enemies
Long as I get this chicken it will set me free

Cash money, addicted to fast money
Tangled with the gangsters even though it's bad for me
Lot of prices on my head, imma get 'em off
Living with the consequences of a boss

Cash money, addicted to fast money
Momma always told me I was like a crash dummy
Found myself within these riches knowing I was lost
Everyday I beg for mercy to that cross

The drugs, the money, the cars
All I ever wanted was the stars, how'd it fell apart
Everybody hate me from the start
No one ever saw what's in my heart, a butu from the Bronx

I'm in my thoughts I cannot help it
I do not seek anybody's friendship, find yourself the exit
View my life from these lenses
You would see the weight I have to benchpress, feeling like a sentence

Flying high with my maker
Bloodline reppin' from Jamaica, Guyana, USA
Me nuh fraid bwoi
Keep yuh composure with yuh noise, death is but a choice

You know what that mean boi
I got a militant voice, nuff space inna the soil for yuh
Gunshot make skin boil, take your spirit from yuh void
Every dollar's what I want from yuh

Cash money, addicted to fast money
Tangled with the gangsters even though it's bad for me
Lot of prices on my head, imma get 'em off
Living with the consequences of a boss

Cash money, addicted to fast money
Momma always told me I was like a crash dummy
Found myself within these riches knowing I was lost
Everyday I beg for mercy to that cross

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