Robben Island

Big told me, "Fuck bitches, get money" Hov told me that the money ain't a thang Kanye said, "Wait 'til I get my money right" Then you can't tell me nothing And then you lose it all And you back where you came from And now you face to face with your day ones The sun goes away and the rain comes The codeine fades and the pain comes You having trouble picking your face up You not rich if you don't got something that the world can't take You got ranks that a war can't break You got wealth that the Forbes can't rate You so firm that your core can't shake You got a smile that the poor can't fake Yeah They're tryna take your joy out your life The good thing is you can take the noise out your life Let 'em hate, never let them boys out your lights Play the game and you make a toy out your life Always in the drama, flexing in designer Fronting for the camera, give this bitch a Oscar Gotta show the fans love, fixing up my posture Hungry for approval, eating all the lies up Learning it was never 'bout the money though (money though) Niggas really coming for your soul Took the status and the roll, and the Patek and the Rolls And the mansion and the clothes, knowing it'll make you fold Nigga take it all And I'ma smile when it's loud I can face it all Stand my ground, treat me foul I just shake it off You on the ground and I'm praying that you make it off Ain't it ironic how they wanna see me down? And I can only see 'em when I'm looking down We've been sleeping in and cooking out Shoot straight like my rook is out Views great, glad we took the route Freedom fighters aren't looking south Niggas wonder how we good in droughts Heaven only knows So many blessings that I couldn't count Devil nested in my trees 'til I shook 'em out My fire put a third degree on people tryna put it out (put it out) You're only hurting you, son Preying on me and I'm praying that you grew some Don't trip, know it's win some, lose some All about the giveback, get some, do some Perfection is overrated And I ain't done fucking up just yet Hate my guts while you cut that check I left the slums, I ain't come back yet By the beach, when I come back west Told the press, "No comment" Can we have a minute of your time? Don't got it Lie, cheat, put it on the street, no hiding Niggas always coming for my peace, so toxic To breach my profits (my profits) Kill and die for the money and power I walk away when it's funny and sour I'm a simple kind of man You can show me that you love me with flowers I'm dead broke if you want me for dollars I got the look of Mandela All these years in a prison, still I fair better And even in the craziest conditions, I'ma thrive still Hit you with a smile still Knowing there's a reason I'm alive still, yeah