[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Strugglin' and I didn't really have nothin'
Then I started mad bussin'
Now the money machine got hella cash gushin'

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I come from roaches, hardly no chips
Granny on hocus pocus revelations and giant locusts
Oh shit, we was hopeless, folks just on the broke list
Rogues get loaded and served the bogus with a fo' fifth
My G, I ain't always been super icy
Stealing food in Hy-Vee slyly
I see Nike's on Do The Right Thing with Spike Lee
But I could not buy when the size be pricy, why me?
Then my earth sounded, first round
I put the work down and many mercs counted
Thirst found and in a cursed town
And with a turf crown, I eat a surf sandwich
Turn the page and I'm rocking shows
'Round the flock of hoes and my partner rose
Out the top of Hip-Hop with a lot of dough
And I got the soul like I'm Pappadeaux (Lock and load)
Forgot how many time they tell me I'm Forbes, we sell, we encore
Way back in the day I was like, "Help me, I'm poor" (Cha)
Millions all around the world, they took what I hid
Inside, I put it in music, made it, Ma look what I did
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