Songtexte 40 Dollars - A-Wax

Wax...
Wax face...
Yeah...
When they let me out the penn, they only gave me 40 dollars.
Read enough books in that bitch, damn near need to go to college.
I ain't waitin' on no one help,
I ain't banking on no tomorrows.
What's the use complaining now,
When you were dealt them nosey cards.
Two doors,
If you open one,
It's the devil waiting with open arms.
I just caught my main bitch stealing from me,
So I broke her arms.
In the jail I seen a man snitch on a man
Who stole an orange.
I just stole some bitches heart
She wants it back now,
So we warring.
Hard life,
Lots of ups and downs,
It's like one great big rollercoaster.
Turned a rap friend into a lick,
That's just to hold my soldiers over.
Talk about this cocaine,
Like it ain't nothing but Coca Cola.
Use different methods to get it there,
Got different ways to control the odor.
You all remember me,
Back when I was still pulling up in that old Corolla.
Mama needed that operation,
I didn't have it, I sold some yola.
Just made it happen,
No crying about it, no second thoughts.
Just made it happen.
I'm always there at your beck and call
Had a plan that didn't pan,
Not the way that I thought it would
After everything that I put him through,
I just want my mama good.
After everything what could I do
Let my choice then run its course,
Gun right there
In my Nike Air
Full magazines, I run in force.
I ain't big on running,
Lest it's money I'm running towards.
I'm still in tune
I'm really who them killas gonna come gunning for.
In response or unprovoked
Long as we got guns and coke
Ain't no one here will becoming broke
Like no one here is becoming Pope.
Rap shit just so fake to me
Us spins must be make believe
I put that broke boy on his feet
Which he turned into hate for me
Count my billfold gratefully,
Would bow down to who you do,
Their just not that great to me
So fuck that bullshit you do fool
I got my own agenda
No pretenders
Need clientele,
Not co-dependents
I'm on the rise
Like armoured skies
Over California
On a cold November
Mourning mourning done lost again
My homie tried that cost to them
My brother bout to be home again
I doubt he wants to be boss again
Playing chess not playing chess
Far as games, I'm playing less
I opened up my plug to you,
You acting like I'm paying less
Thinking more just saying less
I bought a new K with a bayonet
Got a friend on four squares,
And I ain't trippin on paying yet
Had a plan that didn't work
Why don't we go get em' first
I ain't waiting on them to come
Think I'm bad,
My friends are worse
Find your home,
Run up in there
9 to your dome
Put one up in dere
I ain't trying to go back to hell
I know that, cause I done been there