[Chorus: M Huncho]
How many times do I mention my success
And still they pry on me, and talk bad on me?
When I was young, responsibilities were lying on me
Now that I'm grown, they're allying on me, uh
Where were you when I was battling my demons
Finding solace in some women, I would fuck and I would leave 'em
I would fuck and I would leave 'em
[Verse 1: M Huncho]
We're all equal in this world until you make more money
I worked hard for it all my life, you can't take shit from me
You can't get haunted by your past, you'll еnd up seeing ghosts
I'm leaving softer bees in a Ghost smoking dope and I
Madе a strain in Cali', shot it legally
Maybe illegally, 'cause I know streets are feeling me
I used to feed the streets, same way the streets were feeding me
One advice is people never what they seem to be
Big dreams, street kings, and machines
Jail time, friends dying, hearts bleed
Mums cry, Dads cry, they hearts bleed
Too light for dark, and that's deep
Served fiends, needles, and vaccines
Berkling, point two's, that's max P's
Guilty conscience if you ask me
Money well made but the money's long gone if you ask me
If you ask me 'bout the past, I would describe it very vividly
How we're serving remedies, just to see notes?
(Just to see notes)
How many times do I mention my success
And still they pry on me, and talk bad on me?
When I was young, responsibilities were lying on me
Now that I'm grown, they're allying on me, uh
Where were you when I was battling my demons
Finding solace in some women, I would fuck and I would leave 'em
I would fuck and I would leave 'em
[Verse 1: M Huncho]
We're all equal in this world until you make more money
I worked hard for it all my life, you can't take shit from me
You can't get haunted by your past, you'll еnd up seeing ghosts
I'm leaving softer bees in a Ghost smoking dope and I
Madе a strain in Cali', shot it legally
Maybe illegally, 'cause I know streets are feeling me
I used to feed the streets, same way the streets were feeding me
One advice is people never what they seem to be
Big dreams, street kings, and machines
Jail time, friends dying, hearts bleed
Mums cry, Dads cry, they hearts bleed
Too light for dark, and that's deep
Served fiends, needles, and vaccines
Berkling, point two's, that's max P's
Guilty conscience if you ask me
Money well made but the money's long gone if you ask me
If you ask me 'bout the past, I would describe it very vividly
How we're serving remedies, just to see notes?
(Just to see notes)
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