I bit a thorn and drank my blood to quench my thirst when I got caught in a drought

And I've been through war zones and government houses

Endless bouts from empty bank accounts and no counseling

My homie just got locked away and left his baby without him and shit

I've been good though, I can't complain

Cause I've been out here on the road getting legally paid

My homie out here selling white, playing God with a ratchet

Riding up and down the block to see we all are fucking bastards

ONE EYED WILLY be the king of all the has-beens

Cause where I'm from nobody ever fucking had shit

Slide down the street, it's just me and my bad bitch

Stuck in the mud, thick as clay, no Cassius

Dead name, we know

Trying to get this green like, Ceelo

A feature for me just be costing bout' a kilo

Dang, I feed the streets like Frito-Lay

You say you've changed, but I see no change

Yeah, you say you've changed, but I see no change

You say you've changed, but I see no change

Motherfucker

You don't know nothing about painting

You know what you know about

You know about how to bitch, and how to eat

And how to bitch, and how to shit

And how to bitch, but you don't know nothing about painting

So don't tell me when this is gonna be done

I'll tell you when it's gonna be done

And about the money, man

I don't wanna hear about that

Thorn in my side, told them hoes to take care

They shooting shots in the air

I told my homies take cover

Take five when it's time

Try not to take from each other

Listen, I done been in love with the most scandalous women

Caused a scandal, sent my homie money for shoes

Can't have him wearing prison sandals

I'm wishing visions of hope

I clean off the dope

My fiends on the smoke

I tried to go to work to pay the bills

They pimping me folk

I tried to go to school

It was making me broke

Asked my homie for a sack and told him show me the ropes

Take me to the store

I need a half pint and some cigarettes

Sand off the hourglass, but still we ain't finished yet

Gave my favorite bum a dollar when he asked

Could I spare a change

He said, bless you

I thank the Lord, cause I'm the Lord's vessel

Hold me down

My **** don't hold me up

I'm walking through a hopeless rut

My homies don't give a fuck like they are special

Alright, this is what you talk about

This is what the other one talks about

That's all I hear from that fake art dealer uptown

And I don't want to hear it, cause the sound of that word man drives me crazy

You know what I think about money anyway

I'll tell you what I think about money

See this

This is what I think about money

This is what I think about money