Make a Million

Tell me why everybody wanna wear Armani With the Louis or the Prada with the Gucci and the red Ferrari Cruising and just hopping in jacuzzis with a Monica Belluci Pulling models and some groupies and get shot up like the movies but That ain't fucking real that ain't fucking real Yeah, you know the deal Let me show you what is real This is to my homie let the motherfucking hate fill up Now he suicidal drank liquor with some painkillers Feeling like a failure dangerous chilling with the yay dealers Mangling his brain oh the cane cut with paint thinner Hey, hate feeling like you need a babysitter Can't breathe out his fucking trachea People that his problem's small But it's way bigger than they picture He ain't never gonna stop cause he hate quitters I relate with him, broken and in trouble like the condom when he came in her This aint on J. Springer, this is way realer Than some chain swinging on the same fella If I make a million, then it's steak dinners With no A-listers, at the table cause they never ate with him Ain't a shapershifter I won't change cause I came living in the slums I know what it takes, dinner plates wasn't in the funds When the millies made, I'ma break that shit into chunks Everybody eatin', don't pray for this shit to come Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come If I make a million I'll turn a milli into billions Handle all my business no one take care of la famiglia Plus I'll put my city on helping every single one Yea I gotta give em some If I make a million I'll turn a milli into billions Handle all my business no one take care of la famiglia Plus I'll put my city on helping every single one Yea I gotta give em some Even when I'm rich I'll be in the rap cypher Painting over bricks, selling with the graph writer Still cop the same kicks, on my Air Max 90's I don't give a fly shit Being rich can't buy me, I will break bread though Pop get sick is where the paycheck goes If I'm not feeding kids when I cake then no I ain't doin' right, they gon' hate on me, you can bank on it Rate droppin' if I make profit I don't pay homage to the ones that put me on Like Drake Callin' Snoop when he make chronic Stay honest Never break promises, my motto, no more 8-ballin' for my sorrows When the paper right If you hate life you will pay the price Money make you fight like it's Dana White It's funny how advice isn't taking light Coming from a guy where they die every day and night Give me the million, I'm a provider Dope rhymer with no ghost writer Everything I wrote is so fire, I'll my own driver Fuck a limo, give me low riders album Going Diamond, I'm a coal miner If I help you, don't tell me you don't remember like an old timer With some alzheimers, if I co-sign ya do it for another go finder Or go find him, spread your wealth, definitely Help somebody else, that's the recipe Help somebody else Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come Everybody eating don't pray for this shit to come If I make a million I'll turn a milli into billions Handle all my business no one take care of la famiglia Plus I'll put my city on helping every single one yea I gotta give em some If I make a million I'll turn a milli into billions Handle all my business no one take care of la famiglia Plus I'll put my city on helping every single one yea I gotta give em some