Bitch, tell me what this life really mean

I be on your scent like the end to its fuckin means

I been needing endz it's the end, I can't even breath

I can't pay my rent I can't help, yeah, fuck a real dream

I been by myself for too long, it's the help I need

I be on the drugs way too strong, ain't no stopping me

Trickin don't exist bitch, you better shop for me and

Every Christmas for ghetto kids is Halloween

We trapped inside, trapped in our minds

We trap outside, we adapt to crime

We black outside and we black in mind

Don't you ever profile Palestine

There's a war going on outside no man is safe from

I need 8 guns, I rape 8 nuns

When my pay comes, you gon pay up

And when your day comes, then your day comes

I gotta stop second guessing myself

I gotta first question myself

I got a thirst for heaven and hell

I gotta work for the presence of wealth

Yeah

Pay me

Fuck you, pay me

Pay me

Fuck you, pay me