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Don't Let The $ Fool Ya

 

Don't Let The $ Fool Ya

(albüm: Fine Art - 2021)


Beats by Choc
Take two, yeah

Okay, besides all the Louie V shades and the money, praising
What the fuck you got to offer for these tribulations?
I mean, there's gotta be more to you than this paper-chasing
Get some money, then we find out that you real complacent
My dogs stuck inside that gutter, but we still adjacent
Been trying to change his mind state through new information
'Cause insight, mixed with opportunity invites
That could really change a mafucker life
Some insight to you simple-minded peons
Who get rich, but ain't reaching backwards, going beyond
I'ma do so much shit for my people that my legacy stretch out for a eon
You never know who I got the tea on
So many never-make-it wanna-be rappers I rolled my tree on
I gave that shit a shot and you missed, now please, begone
Nobody gave me a hand either, and we on
So keep all them excuses to you, I never need 'em
I'm unsung in the city that I come from
But 'round the world, they know me for my conduction
So keep on hating and blatantly make assumptions
You'll never slow down my production
Homie, this was God-given, lotta intention, lotta commitment
Even when the odds of winning was lottery ticket
And looking back, I still don't know how we possibly did it
But where I come from, I never forget it

Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya

Oh what, you thought this was easy?
I told you 'bout it, you wouldn't believe me
Sixteen, the last time saw my pops by the TV
Already had a mixtape that he had on CD
If he knew how much I made off of rap, he'd wanna be me
The money cover the scars but still, I'm bleeding
Blood flying out of the drop top, receding
My patience for you fake fucks depleting
I ain't tryna keep this shit cordial, I get even
Sun shades on
The list of people close to me is one page long
And they the only reason I be wanting to stay strong
My woman and my sister and my mama and a handful of fucking day ones
And I ain't tryna die, but when that day come
Just know I've never been afraid to be a great one
It come with envy and hate, and jealousy and debate
But I got no time to waste, I gotta make some
I gotta raise my people to elevations
They never thought was possible, they doubted
I know some people say I changed 'cause my pockets crowded
But I'd still be the same person without it

Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya

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