Mvt. I

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