Lyrics Mvt. I - Mari
So
you
tryna
tell
me
I
can't
pursue
the
kingdom
and
the
fortune
Already
we
can't
afford
shit
Fuck
a
mortgage
let's
just
pour
shit
See
I'm
23
plus
t
years
a
slave
With
these
college
loans
And
ain't
nothing
changed
the
fact
That
I'm
a
nigga
even
away
from
home
I'm
tired
of
being
a
villain
While
you
making
a
killing
off
of
our
shit
I
want
some
of
my
shit
Instead
of
seeing
my
fellow
niggas
Coming
at
me
to
pop
his
Pistol
nigga
stop
it
We
all
tryna
profit
I
know
your
eyes
is
on
the
prize
But
your
aim
is
kinda
off
it
Dollar
bill,
dollar
dollar
bill
If
my
niggas
don't
kill
me
Then
I
pray
the
dollar
will
It's
get
rich
or
die
trying
Better
have
my
coffin
built
Cause
if
I'm
broke
at
33
I
just
might
not
decide
to
live
Praying
for
the
hitters
Praying
for
the
dealers
Cops
like
can
I
get
a
witness
But
bitch
it
ain't
no
snitching
Cause
I'm
tryna
get
us
home
free
Not
killed
by
the
police
Heaven
got
a
ghetto
So
I'm
telling
all
my
homies
I'll
ball
with
ya
So
we
all
ball
bigger
And
if
you
fall
hard
Imma
fall
hard
with
ya
Man
I
swear
I'll
die
for
niggas
When
the
gates
of
heaven
open
Imma
fly
with
my
niggas
oh

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