Lyrics Money Don't Make You Real - San Quinn , Mistah F.A.B. , Shady Nate , Doc Dolla

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Soul full of shame, I'm down on my luck
When will I come back again?
I jumped in this lane, tryna come up
Money make all things change
We wasn't seeing eye to eye, the money burnt out on me
Fast money coming quicker than it turned out on me
Only want my kids to live a life better than me
So I had to keep the Quinto relevancy
Selling the D5 piece, push for 25
I done been broke, bro, plenty times
I done been rich, but I'm not wealthy yet
I feel they sleeping on me cause the world ain't felt me yet
Goin' harder than in past years
Overcoming all them past fears
Doing good, fuck the bad here
Big bro got dough and he acting an ass
Don't want to put nobody on, nothing new from the past
Bitch I make my own cash, make Fillmore a brand
Hundred million dollars, nigga, hundred million plans
Hundred million scams with a trade, we tricking niggas
Sometimes money bring out the real bitch in niggas
Get to the top and they don't want to mention niggas
When I hit the top I guarantee I'ma get them niggas
Get to them figures, seven, eight, nine
I ain't worried 'bout them suckas in they hatin' time

Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do
When they don't wanna hear the truth
Niggas really think they talkin' bout something
They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Talkin' 'bout something, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What I do?
Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do

I come from the gutter, whipping double, wrapping in plastic
Mob with my other brother, couldn't tell us we wasn't living lavish
And mob status was a factor, backgrounds getting checked on
Any nigga fucking with them suckas getting checked on
Don't keep it a hundred no more, they love stepped on
On paperwork, still riding with the weapon
Shady Acres guaranteed to put the West on
Gas for my niggas that's timing and all the rest gone

I got a soul full of pain, I'm down on my luck
Like when will it come back again?
When I hopped in this lane, yeah, I knew I would come up
'Cause money makes all things change
Oh, you ain't keep it one hundred, I was studied, you was dumb
When they left you did nothing
And they ways'll make you want to kill
'Cause one thing I learned, money never made a nigga real

I remember when radio stopped fucking with me
Fake fans, fake rappers stopped fucking with me
Same time my mama died
I ain't gon' lie, all pride to the side, it's still fucking with me
My attitude was to get better, can't win being bitter
Everything that shine ain't gold, don't settle for glitter
Had my share of hard times, karma getting even
But a nigga got action and went in, long as I'm still breathing
Jacker died on me, had me on some fuck rap shit
One side of my mind agreed, the other was like man fuck that shit
I be gassing, rapping my passion
It's just this business is so foo-foo
Stretch don't fuck with me like he used to
But it's all good man we still cuckoo
Rap game make you go cuckoo, make a nigga like what I gotta do do
Niggas be on but niggas be boo boos
Steal your style that's what they do do
Get all in they interviews, act like they never knew you
And it's fucked up, find out niggas you loved only used you

Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do
When they don't wanna hear the truth
Niggas really think they talkin' bout something
They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Talkin' 'bout something, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What I do?
Tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do

I got a soul full of pain, I'm down on my luck
Like when will it come back again?
When I hopped in this lane, yeah, I knew I would come up
'Cause money makes all things change
Oh, you ain't keep it one hundred, I was studied, you was dumb
When they left you did nothing
And they ways'll make you want to kill
'Cause one thing I learned, money never made a nigga real

Uh, yeah, money never made me
When I was Fab, they loved me then they got shady
Yeah, so I went in, they made me kill more
Had to show 'em where I'm from and make 'em feel more
Huh, yeah, Doc Dolla, nigga
Quan, Fab, Shady
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