200 Dollars

(album: Lyrics To GO, Vol. 2 - 2021)

My city gentrified
My condo cost me almost a milli', it's in the Stuy
Really, I just wanna live simple and get a crib out in Jersey
And pay like two hundred dollars and take my time
But I gotta grind, money be calling me on my line
I'm a fucking wreck, you only getting me at my best
I got heart, though, one of them niggas without a barcode
Demon slayer, used to be drinking until the bar closed
Tryna control the drama and damage I've done
I find it tougher to juggle dollars and family love
I used to look into the mirror, like, "I can't be a bum"
And be a baby daddy, women gon' be scared of me, bruh
I fly away to Cali' just for the weather, women, and jetskis
Always thank God for all the ways that he blessed me
And every time that he gave me clarity on some life shit
Kept me fighting through the crisis, hit the light switch
I'm not blind, in fact, I see everything
The puppeteer's hands, the backdrop, and the set of strings
All I really want is to walk around with a wedding ring
And own a home with porches and grass growing forever green
Dinner with the family, then pound cake and vanilla bean
Pops told me, "Never see something and utter 'never me'"
I'ma buy it cash and put some money in escrow
Smile ear-to-ear when I get home, ayy, let's go