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What money got to do with it | When I don't know the full definition of a rap image? | I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
What money got to do with it When I don't know the full definition of a rap image? I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit Hol' up Get it back I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what? If I was the president I'd pay my mama's rent Free my homies and them Bulletproof my Chevy doors Lay in the White House and get high, Lord Whoever thought? Master take the chains off me Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit Life to me like a box of chocolate Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive I can just alleviate the rap industry politics Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious Me scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges Be all you can be, true, but the problem is Dream only a dream if work don't follow it Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards You lookin' at artists like the harvests So many Rollies around you and you want all of them Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry I should've listened when my grandmama said to me Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five foot something, God bless the kid Took his homie to the show and this is what they said Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks? The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this? One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds? No more livin' poor, meet my .44 When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor? Well, that's me at these awards I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy She said Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass, boy Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five foot something, dazed and confused Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey Hollywood's nervous Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service
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