money on my mind and thats the wave tryin keep from slimein out my old hood still saved crazy thing is everybody rat and sell they self to make the game crack aint nothing pure like it used to be so many fakes they consider me i havent snapped out in a minute fightin ppl will get em shot guess the rain will make em stop or sirens for the cops i dont never run its a difference from blide courage and bein dumb i can woop a nigga wit the ones but i use my brains so i dont have to face the gun say the wrong thing and real killas cuttin out yo toung they dont talk much cuz a lame aint listenin anyway but them pretty bitches wanna play toxic wit the mind games tryin hella hard to break a g way sendin stupid niggas to early grave