Only green I got is in my wallet

Got like twenty-five bucks to my name, secret sauce I need dollop

Coming like you got a milli, boy I really fuckin' doubt it

Need the Prada, mama proud of me, fuck all of the designer

Cause I'm rockin' fuckin' Plum to the grave that's a promise

Spent a couple years soakin' up knowledge at the bottom

Double that time I spent I felt I wasted that in college

I was feeling illness when there was no truth behind it

Sittin' at my desk while I pour another cup of the poison

Prohibition couldn't stop me, might throw up

One way ticket for my vices, my advice is don't give up

I need an addiction like a hole up in my gut

Flying solo to this cup, what you mean I've had enough

You got no idea what I go through, smokin' better than robituss

So loud needed to mute there's no acoustics in my house

So hard finding da peace I find it easier makin' a frown, yuh