I don’t care about money I crave more than bentleys Been broke like Kenny Dollars won’t change me I might not take it My mind too faded What you thinking I will still blaze it I’m Horace from the Harry’s My bowls get you moody I cure with the pillies Positioned named Ghb Should I wash the blood off my hand Should show where I stand Been a killer since my damn Been a bragger since my band I’m proud of what I’m doing This path I’m pursuing Drugs Booze bitches That’s all I be doin 1k 2k 3k My account look like Kim k Counting more than Kanye But my life won’t be on tape I’m a baller I throw that I’m a hustler I blow that Your game ain’t enough Gotta put more on the table if you want rocks Man your risking your spot Rap isn’t about the money cars It’s about the freestyle when you don’t care And they don’t stare when they see you up there Repping this isn’t even when I was down scare Catch it You’ll miss it Life is fast It wasn’t that bad She wasn’t that mad Could have let it rap But could get more than that This was late This was hate Hate that bitch Getting rich Pepsi or coke Do I look broke Homie you know I’ll take the blow Can I count on my broes Or are they like these hoes Should be my own bro Should I be my own hoe It’s not about about what it means It’s all about how it feels The beat takes you out the field My voices make you all empty Been ballin in my Porsche Leavin out in smoke Backseat full of hoes Fillin up they nose