[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Though I am not fixated on riches, please don't get it twisted
I can get vicious about the paper
Take even a tidbit or niblet out of my skillet
And I'll provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by the principle love your neighbor
But I keep some led to draw that put cylinder holes in tapers, ugh
I pray that evil don't rise against me
I pray you demons don't try to tempt me
It ain't no comparin' him, every bar I spit pure as thе seraphim
Screamin' holy to reprеsent me, ugh
This ain't for the coochie poppers or booty droppers
Who make they bum-bum drum like unruly choppers
'Tis for the Mademoiselles with a heater full of shells
That'll let them hoes prevail and raise hell
To bring heaven on earth, some blessings are curses
With haters I had Le'Veon's burst
By runnin' through hoes my Jada had to break my will
To change a young heathens trajectory, what's left of me
Is pistols and principles both protecting me
Secondly, my girl light, but pray heavily
Knocked her up on a cruise, word to Penélope
Three females at my crib carry my legacies
So it's three Ks on my compound like white supremacy
Though I am not fixated on riches, please don't get it twisted
I can get vicious about the paper
Take even a tidbit or niblet out of my skillet
And I'll provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by the principle love your neighbor
But I keep some led to draw that put cylinder holes in tapers, ugh
I pray that evil don't rise against me
I pray you demons don't try to tempt me
It ain't no comparin' him, every bar I spit pure as thе seraphim
Screamin' holy to reprеsent me, ugh
This ain't for the coochie poppers or booty droppers
Who make they bum-bum drum like unruly choppers
'Tis for the Mademoiselles with a heater full of shells
That'll let them hoes prevail and raise hell
To bring heaven on earth, some blessings are curses
With haters I had Le'Veon's burst
By runnin' through hoes my Jada had to break my will
To change a young heathens trajectory, what's left of me
Is pistols and principles both protecting me
Secondly, my girl light, but pray heavily
Knocked her up on a cruise, word to Penélope
Three females at my crib carry my legacies
So it's three Ks on my compound like white supremacy
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