[Intro: Money Man]
(Th— Th— Th— This man Freshley Is Different)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Figurez Made It)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Money Man]
She said, "I understand all of the pain you've been facing"
She said, "You need to go kill all them niggas who hating"
I just go work, so I'm never complaining
I understand my kind is endangered
Passive sometimes, I be hiding my anger
All these racks on me, I'm touched by the angels
I love all my shooters, I'm paying them wages
I open my safe and I look in amazement
Four bedroom house with a grow in the basement
Bitch, I'm a loner, don't fuck with new faces
Can't trust these hoes, it be too hard to gauge 'em
South by Southwest, I turn down all these stages
They feeling my music across the globe
Twenty K earring fill up my lobe
Nothing but real ones show up to my shows
I said, "Fuck these designers", I sold all my clothes
It's a lot of shit 'bout me you niggas don't know
I ain't ride no one's dick for this rap shit to blow
I ain't need no feature from a bigger artist
I ain't need no push from a big label
I ain't never changed, sold my soul, I've been faithful
Could give a nigga the world and they'll still hate you
It's a lot of rappers that'll never ever make it
'Cause them niggas ain't got no dedication
(Th— Th— Th— This man Freshley Is Different)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Figurez Made It)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Money Man]
She said, "I understand all of the pain you've been facing"
She said, "You need to go kill all them niggas who hating"
I just go work, so I'm never complaining
I understand my kind is endangered
Passive sometimes, I be hiding my anger
All these racks on me, I'm touched by the angels
I love all my shooters, I'm paying them wages
I open my safe and I look in amazement
Four bedroom house with a grow in the basement
Bitch, I'm a loner, don't fuck with new faces
Can't trust these hoes, it be too hard to gauge 'em
South by Southwest, I turn down all these stages
They feeling my music across the globe
Twenty K earring fill up my lobe
Nothing but real ones show up to my shows
I said, "Fuck these designers", I sold all my clothes
It's a lot of shit 'bout me you niggas don't know
I ain't ride no one's dick for this rap shit to blow
I ain't need no feature from a bigger artist
I ain't need no push from a big label
I ain't never changed, sold my soul, I've been faithful
Could give a nigga the world and they'll still hate you
It's a lot of rappers that'll never ever make it
'Cause them niggas ain't got no dedication
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