Lyrics D. I. A. L. - Topaz Jones

Money to be made
And I just want it right now
Please get down or lie down
When I′m in the grave
I need everything iced out
Dying is a lifestyle
Money to be made
And I just want it right now
Please get down or lie down
When I'm in the grave
I need everything iced out
Dying is a lifestyle

Told you I was gon′ beat your ass one day (one day)
Please hold me back, I'ma slap him in his face
He touched my girlfriend that's disrеspect (flag on the play bro)
I swung, he duckеd, then pushed me through the desk (now that′s a KO)
Why all this drama?
You know my momma
Been to my casa
When we were young
You were the golden
Child I should copy
Everyone said to be like...
Problems with you
Look, I do not want
But I am a man
So I gotta flaunt
Or they gonna call me a punk
This morning I bought me a pump
I′m cycling through memories
Now you got me backpedaling
Psychiatrist not helping me
Your childhood not so heavenly
There's hell to pay
My L to take
I make it through
I′ll celebrate
Why sell an eighth?

There's money to be made
And I just want it right now
Please get down or lie down
When I′m in the grave
I need everything iced out
Dying is a lifestyle
Money to be made
And I just want it right now
Please get down or lie down
When I'm in the grave
I need everything iced out
Dying is a lifestyle

Woke up with a busy schedule
Give me revenue
I′m smokin' on the sticky residue
You could smell it, woo
Seventh period already, shit
I missed hella school
Teacher see that you don't give a F
But she failing you
Drug game, Blood gang
Cracks that we fell into
That was not by accident
They packaged it to sell to you
Waiting on your Birthday
Practically got a cell for you
And paid for it all with your taxes
Yeah we march but the madness will throw off your bracket
All this baggage I might trip, if I ever unpack it
Seen a black man elected, ever witness one happy?
Exactly
The reason why I′m running this trap, like it′s a track meet
Movies showed me money and ass
That shit attract me
Used to show up hungry to class
That shit distract me
You should wanna be your own business
If you ask me
Instead of just another conveyor belt in the factory
Ooh you think you masculine because of rap?
I know you a pacifist, it's just an act
And I don′t have time for you, or the Principal
I oughta beat your privileged ass off principle
There's money to be made...

And I just want it right now
Please get down or lie down
When I′m in the grave
I need everything iced out
Dying is a lifestyle
Money to be made
And I just want it right now
Please get down or lie down
When I'm in the grave
I need everything iced out
Dying is a lifestyle

Money, power, and respect
That′s the meaning of life
And if there's more to it
Guess I'll see when I die
I′m trying to be rich as hell
Fuck your degree and a job
Once you hit that cell
You might as well not even apply
Ain′t no bitch in me homie
You can see in my eyes
We got history, but dissing me could be your demise
Street smarts, always beats encyclopedia wise
Three course meal for dinner, I might eat you alive

Where's the anger?
Why are you so angry?
I realized that it was fear
That′s what I came to
It was fear in my life
Not confidence, but fear
To admit that you've got some issues
You know, because we don′t wanna think of ourselves as having issues