I got my hands in pocket,
my eye on my money
Always make a switch,
from the tens to the hundreds.
Sold my own gang.
Collect all the fame.
Ignorin' all warnings
'bout the end of this game.
Reason why always frontin',
is only cuz you're jealous.
Let go of this jacket.
Why you always messin'?
Take what you get,
I ain't 'bout to rest.
I need to make money,
to pay off this rent on my soul...
To all the young people,
following their own egos.
Looking for something better,
why you running from me for?
So you're still running away?
Running away?
Still nothing but a slave,
with nothing to pray for.
