I don’t care about the money I crave more than Bentleys Been broke like Kenny Dollaz won’t change me I might not make it My mind too faded Fuck what you thinkin’ I will still blaze it I’m Horace from the Harrys My bowls get you moody I cure with the pillies Potions named GHB Should I wash the blood off my hand Should I show where I stand Been a killer since my damn Been a bragger since my band I’m proud of what I am doin’ This path is my pursuing Drugs, booze, bitches That’s all I be doin’ 1K 2K 3K My account looks 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 fucking 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 and the cars It’s about the lifestyle when you don’t care And you don’t stare while they see you up there Reppin’ this shit even when I was down scare Catch it You’ll miss it Life is fast Fuck that ass It’s wasn’t that bad She wasn’t that mad Could have let it wrap But could get more then that This shit was late This shit was hate Fuck all those bitch I’m getting rich Pepsi or Coke Do I look broke Homie you know I’ll take the blow Can I count on my bros Or they’re just like the hoes Should I be my own bro Should I be my own hoe It’s not about what it means It’s all about how it feels The beat takes you out the field My voice makes you all empty Been ballin’ in my Porsche Leavin’ out in smoke Backseat full of hoes Fullin’ up their nose