[Chorus: Damani & E-40]
All I wanted was the money (The money)
What's on my wrist? That’s a Rollie (A Rollie)
They tryna act like they know me (Know me)
Where was you at when a nigga was down? (Nowhere)
Way down (Ain't nobody show love)
Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?
Stayed down 'til I came up
Let me poke my spitter-ittery
Listen here though (Hello)
[Verse 1: E-40]
The washin’ machine wasn't workin' so I had to hand-wash my clothes (Clothes)
Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose
I kept a razor blade and a safety pin and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)
And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder
There's not enough minutes in the hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)
Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep
Didn't understand it ’til I was older, some of my people is bipolar (Polar)
Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar
I’m a stand-up dude with a slave mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)
I'm thorough, not ignorant, I’m outspoken, but moves militant
I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again
Can't be game-goofy, can’t be no clown or a Gilligan
When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent
Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)
Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)
I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)
True story
All I wanted was the money (The money)
What's on my wrist? That’s a Rollie (A Rollie)
They tryna act like they know me (Know me)
Where was you at when a nigga was down? (Nowhere)
Way down (Ain't nobody show love)
Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?
Stayed down 'til I came up
Let me poke my spitter-ittery
Listen here though (Hello)
[Verse 1: E-40]
The washin’ machine wasn't workin' so I had to hand-wash my clothes (Clothes)
Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose
I kept a razor blade and a safety pin and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)
And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder
There's not enough minutes in the hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)
Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep
Didn't understand it ’til I was older, some of my people is bipolar (Polar)
Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar
I’m a stand-up dude with a slave mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)
I'm thorough, not ignorant, I’m outspoken, but moves militant
I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again
Can't be game-goofy, can’t be no clown or a Gilligan
When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent
Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)
Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)
I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)
True story
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