Lyrics MANN - THE ROACHEZ

How you gonna be successful doin' nothin' man
After high school life don't whisper, it don't trust you man
Gods plan is my plan please don't hurt me man
Got a knife up in my coat cause I don't trust you man

Mama keep bitchin' about the direction my life really heading
But she don't notice
Money is comin' and hoes keep repenting upon my decision
But it not glowin'
Not showin'
Got a couples racks for a show and
They callin' me up for the opener
But I'm just endin' this shit with no notice
Mr. BNB
I'm coming up and you seein' me
A bitches keep cummin' not testin' me
A dollar bill only real friend to me
Man I'm sellin' out before I pack it
Fender strapped on quick mag it
ROACHEZ up next ain't no stress in me
Gotta confess to the enemies
Uhh
How your money so long whatchu doin man?
Roach timing clean money in my at ATM!
Got a bitch on both sides equilibrium!
Student loan money spent all on my music damn!

Money spent all on my music damn damn damn
Santa Clara Uni what's the plan plan plan
Coulda gone to UC San Diego, was the plan plan
Gotta stick with ROACHEZ man man, we're not playin (playin)