[Intro: Bob Marley & Interviewer]
I mean, what number, how mu- how much is a lot of money?
That’s a good question. Have you made, say, millions of dollars?
No
Are you a rich man?
When you mean rich, what you mean?
You have a lot of possessions? Lot of money in the bank?
Possession make you rich?
I no- I no have that type of richness
My richness is life

[Verse 1: Cozmo]
Yeah, yo
You lookin' at the John Gotti of rap
Grip the shotty for a hobby, I’ll probably body a track
I ain’t never flashed a stack on the ‘gram, I let it stack
‘Cause rats is how you end up in the back of a van
Know the streets like the back of my hand
When I was packagin’ grams, living with moms, tryna stack for the fam
I had already mastered the plan, low key though
Thе realest rapper living this shit with no еgo
But don’t get it twisted, the team is armed heavily
Never burn bridges, I’m in it for longevity
Thinkin’ ahead of me, kinda different now that my son grown
Used to want the fame, now I’d rather remain unknown
Street ties with killers, we been realer
Top down in the winter, rocking a chinchilla
Don Ferragamo, y’all do the most in your posts
We get bread by the loaf, you barely on though
Be on forever, so if you my day one
Then when the cheddar come, we gon’ be on together
From sessions with Doc Dre, to strip clubs with Max B
Been gettin’ money tax-free, you can ask P
Yeah, It’s Cozmo!
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