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Money always Skeet

The street Bible, I be preachin' to the streets, no bullshit

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Apply the pressure, when I ain't silent, it's gon' crumble

They put .40's under, pray I don't die before my mama

My daughter stayin' in a hotel and her daddy sell narcotics

My baby mama violent so I don't like bein' around her

Too many skeletons in my closet

Gotta find somewhere to fight 'em

Like how he spit that God shit with them devils all beside him?

I don't think the way I act, I had to adapt to my environment

The type of shit I rap bring the gangsters out of retirement

I chase sacks like a defensive lineman

Had to reach between the crevices, the cracks just to find me

I tell them I got swag, they tell me to define it

I say swag mean I'm somewhere always grindin

Parables from the street bible, savages added street wild

Streets talk and news travel, 'bout to cast a Skeet out a middle school

I murder any dude I caught beat boxin' between classes

Piss on both sides of the mattress, I go kinda ratchet

Born to lose, built to win

If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen?

Back against the wall, I'm faded, like, here we go again

Got a chance to beat the odds, ain't no way I ain't gon' win

Born to lose, built to win

If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen?

Back against the wall, I'm faded, like, here we go again

All I need is a chance, ain't no way I ain't gon' win

Before I leave the house, I'll prolly make it back home

Gotta watch what I say, my kids love to play my songs

Poopy say, "Daddy, I'm a thot"

That lil' **** think he grown

I sell rocks where I'm rollin', truth be told I'm a rollin' stone

I don't see Brooklyn Banana lightin' the kids, say I'm wrong

I just hate to be in tears but she don't let me take him home

Aisha keep scratchin' up my face so I keep breakin' that bitch phone

Sierra sat around porches still tryna make a home

Tamerika put her problems aside so I hate that song

When I got shot, Kiana kept me strong, she gotta make the song

Cyclops, X-men, X-Files, flesh crawl

West side, West Nile, skin like a reptile

Jesus God only son, I gotta be His stepchild

Gangsters move with silence

I don't need to mumble under my breath, dawg

God shit, bro pause 'ish, know John spit

Jay and Nas, pocket bitch shit

Hit everybody in the car shit

Born to lose, built to win

If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen?

Back against the wall, I'm faded, like, here we go again

Got a chance to beat the odds, ain't no way I ain't gon' win

Born to lose, built to win

If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen?

Back against the wall, I'm faded, like, here we go again

All I need is a chance, ain't no way I ain't gon' win