Money never sleeps

Money never sleeps in these streets U need to keep yo Heat close. Too many deceitful people. Doing shit illegal. Slanging drugs Gang banging My Chains hanging trying to maintain The games changing Livin life Like a rabbit Trying to get that cabbage Im a hare away from getting fillet. Stiring that pot Chopping that rock On that chopping block making knots outside Of the parking lot cops stop and try to knock us Running out of options with Special ops flying over top of us in helicopters Im on a crime spree Im makin breaking news live on Tv On my hands and knees with gun smoke and laser beams surrounding me And I always down to be crown the hood king ever since a hoodling smoking pounds of weed. Im wild breed my daddy evil seed making people bleed since elementary Yall scream when they mention me Cause im a deadly assassin guns full of attachments to snatch cash your flashing And i wont quit this rap shit till i make it platinum No time for relaxing, Im making crack runs Spending jackson Splitting backs with my axe. I cover my tracks Unless i murder you on wax Ya Im spitting facts, Im catching flack for all my chicken scratch If you hear my gun click back You better run cuz your getting capped Im Feeling trapped Living In this life of violence Open up your eyelids Too see what im describing Its Gun shots and sirens It's hard to hide from the gun fire when Your raised in this Environment like i am in When I get famous Nothing changes I still remain Armed and dangerous Pulling gats out on these strangers So they can feel the anger i keep inside my chamber release my inner gangster while stacking all this paper These streets are mean Full lonely queens and broken dreams where fiens can be seen doin the fet lean Ya My, street runs havoc with crack addicts Kids looking for static and status strapped with fully automatics shits dramatic Im one baddest systematic rappers To ever walked the path of greatness You like or hate it but make no mistakes i wont hesitate To lay waste to your face And ask you how the fuck my bullets taste Class is in session get ready for your next lesson Count your blessings If i dont pull my Smith and Wesson been disconnected since adolescents antidepressants suppressing my obsession with mass aggression. Ya I must admit im passionate when it comes to this rap shit been task with making massive hits and playing devils advocate I used to not having shit now im living lavish with The baddest bitch The fastest whip that my cash can get. Holy shit Caught up in another armed robbery Dropping bodies like John gotti Hoping to god nobody saw me