Does the money ease the pain? Tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma I'm for certain
Jamaican music in the back my nigga Butu it's a party, party
I don't want to die but when I die they gone treat me just like Marley
Does the money ease the pain? Tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma I'm for certain
I thought I was focused and it turns out, I was just being selfish
All of this amounts to nothing in the end
She just want me to be there an give her a helping hand and she deserves it
You can lose your soul to city get swallowed alive, my whole 9
Sexually speaking I'm usually with it I ain't lying, I'ma black man
You know the stereo-kind, mind going bananas
Be carful what you chase, end up down the wrong alley, know the stereotype
Never cared if these lines would keep on the lights can't lie it probably be nice
Minus all the things I'm gone have to sacrifice
Pain me to know you working at night
I'm making a little money but I can't pay for the courts
Shorty had a abortion and I ain't even know it
If I saw my nieces and nephews would they even know me?
Would they even know me?
Does the money ease the pain? Does it ease the pain? Tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma, I'm for certain, nigga I'm for certain
Jamaican music in the back my nigga Butu it's a party, party
I don't want to die but when I die they gone treat me just like Marley
Does the money ease the pain? Nah nah nah nah, tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma I'm for certain
16 never enough yea I feel like André
From the south turning heads cause I'm living up State
If I told you all my secrets you would probably run away
I don't trust nobody even the niggas on this tape
That's me, myself and I, I hide myself in me
Shorty don't wanna spend no time she just came to smoke the weed
But I don't care what you do to yo father you a Queen
Tell me all yo passions show me what's in the seam
I'm barely on the scene, rarely am I seen
An I been this way since I was a lil' teen
I'ma have to call Marc and tell em to loop the beat
I'ma have to call Marc and tell em to loop the beat
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Does the money ease the pain? Tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma I'm for certain
Jamaican music in the back my nigga Butu it's a party, party
I don't want to die but when I die they gone treat me just like Marley
Does the money ease the pain? Tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma I'm for certain
I thought I was focused and it turns out, I was just being selfish
All of this amounts to nothing in the end
She just want me to be there an give her a helping hand and she deserves it
You can lose your soul to city get swallowed alive, my whole 9
Sexually speaking I'm usually with it I ain't lying, I'ma black man
You know the stereo-kind, mind going bananas
Be carful what you chase, end up down the wrong alley, know the stereotype
Never cared if these lines would keep on the lights can't lie it probably be nice
Minus all the things I'm gone have to sacrifice
Pain me to know you working at night
I'm making a little money but I can't pay for the courts
Shorty had a abortion and I ain't even know it
If I saw my nieces and nephews would they even know me?
Would they even know me?
Does the money ease the pain? Does it ease the pain? Tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma, I'm for certain, nigga I'm for certain
Jamaican music in the back my nigga Butu it's a party, party
I don't want to die but when I die they gone treat me just like Marley
Does the money ease the pain? Nah nah nah nah, tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma I'm for certain
16 never enough yea I feel like André
From the south turning heads cause I'm living up State
If I told you all my secrets you would probably run away
I don't trust nobody even the niggas on this tape
That's me, myself and I, I hide myself in me
Shorty don't wanna spend no time she just came to smoke the weed
But I don't care what you do to yo father you a Queen
Tell me all yo passions show me what's in the seam
I'm barely on the scene, rarely am I seen
An I been this way since I was a lil' teen
I'ma have to call Marc and tell em to loop the beat
I'ma have to call Marc and tell em to loop the beat
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma I'm for certain
Jamaican music in the back my nigga Butu it's a party, party
I don't want to die but when I die they gone treat me just like Marley
Does the money ease the pain? Tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma I'm for certain
I thought I was focused and it turns out, I was just being selfish
All of this amounts to nothing in the end
She just want me to be there an give her a helping hand and she deserves it
You can lose your soul to city get swallowed alive, my whole 9
Sexually speaking I'm usually with it I ain't lying, I'ma black man
You know the stereo-kind, mind going bananas
Be carful what you chase, end up down the wrong alley, know the stereotype
Never cared if these lines would keep on the lights can't lie it probably be nice
Minus all the things I'm gone have to sacrifice
Pain me to know you working at night
I'm making a little money but I can't pay for the courts
Shorty had a abortion and I ain't even know it
If I saw my nieces and nephews would they even know me?
Would they even know me?
Does the money ease the pain? Does it ease the pain? Tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma, I'm for certain, nigga I'm for certain
Jamaican music in the back my nigga Butu it's a party, party
I don't want to die but when I die they gone treat me just like Marley
Does the money ease the pain? Nah nah nah nah, tell me how that's working
City slicker, I don't wanna be one of them momma I'm for certain
16 never enough yea I feel like André
From the south turning heads cause I'm living up State
If I told you all my secrets you would probably run away
I don't trust nobody even the niggas on this tape
That's me, myself and I, I hide myself in me
Shorty don't wanna spend no time she just came to smoke the weed
But I don't care what you do to yo father you a Queen
Tell me all yo passions show me what's in the seam
I'm barely on the scene, rarely am I seen
An I been this way since I was a lil' teen
I'ma have to call Marc and tell em to loop the beat
I'ma have to call Marc and tell em to loop the beat
Writer: Brandon Colson
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