I got this monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can't sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
Just like junkies on my sack
Whatever drug u need I have
I'll feed addictions with this rap
There's just something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company of rats
This banana clip attached
Feed the monkey on my back
Foos glamorizing fantasies
Exaggerating salaries
How the f*ck these foos is
Mad at me
For runnin up like calories
But I can't relax & eat
Like I can't imagine sleep
You can lay & count your sheep
But I'd rather count the fiends
Cus I'm daddy to this family
& believe me shit ain't cheap
Gotta Handle responsibilities
My heart is in these streets
My words is pure as product
Hot as bullets in my heat
Gotta hustle, I was brought up
To make sure all of us gon eat
Buck shot pro is runnin stock up
Lacin up my f*ckin cleats
My dogs will bite your block up
At the slightest scent of beef
Just like smokers light that rock up
Dog that Money's my relief
Fightin hatred with this raw love
For my Gs that's 6 Feet deep
Chip you bitches into saw dust
If I catch you trying to creep
Had to teach my sons & daughter
Nothing in this world is free
My homies ain't no talkers
Especially police
Nightmares of gettin shot up
But so in love with this green
I got this monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can't sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
Just like junkies on my sack
Whatever drug u need I have
I'll feed addictions with this rap
There's just something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company of rats
This banana clip attached
Feed the monkey on my back
I was a go-getter
The streets made me clever
It was a school of knowledge
I obtained this from the fellas
Forget sittin thru that government bullshit
Pledge allegiance to the flag
F*ck that
I need some new kicks
I need a new whip
People get killed out here walkin
I stay prepared
Had a 38 revolver bossy
Bein broke wasn't in my vocabulary
An adolescent with a 40 year old salary
Why you mad at me?
Dismiss me with the hatin
I'm sippin piña coladas
Legs up at the vaycay
Oh yea homeboy I play
But I work hard
Mix tequilas with cocaina
With fire fentanyl
Looked up to Tulisiano
And to el Chapo
Them was my f*ckin idols
All I gots to say is bravo
They proof
Crooked America
Loves criminals
We still movin work
From California to Texas bro!
I got this monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can't sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
Just like junkies on my sack
Whatever drug u need I have
I'll feed addictions with this rap
There's just something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company of rats
This banana clip attached
Feed the monkey on my back
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I got this monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can't sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
Just like junkies on my sack
Whatever drug u need I have
I'll feed addictions with this rap
There's just something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company of rats
This banana clip attached
Feed the monkey on my back
Foos glamorizing fantasies
Exaggerating salaries
How the f*ck these foos is
Mad at me
For runnin up like calories
But I can't relax & eat
Like I can't imagine sleep
You can lay & count your sheep
But I'd rather count the fiends
Cus I'm daddy to this family
& believe me shit ain't cheap
Gotta Handle responsibilities
My heart is in these streets
My words is pure as product
Hot as bullets in my heat
Gotta hustle, I was brought up
To make sure all of us gon eat
Buck shot pro is runnin stock up
Lacin up my f*ckin cleats
My dogs will bite your block up
At the slightest scent of beef
Just like smokers light that rock up
Dog that Money's my relief
Fightin hatred with this raw love
For my Gs that's 6 Feet deep
Chip you bitches into saw dust
If I catch you trying to creep
Had to teach my sons & daughter
Nothing in this world is free
My homies ain't no talkers
Especially police
Nightmares of gettin shot up
But so in love with this green
I got this monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can't sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
Just like junkies on my sack
Whatever drug u need I have
I'll feed addictions with this rap
There's just something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company of rats
This banana clip attached
Feed the monkey on my back
I was a go-getter
The streets made me clever
It was a school of knowledge
I obtained this from the fellas
Forget sittin thru that government bullshit
Pledge allegiance to the flag
F*ck that
I need some new kicks
I need a new whip
People get killed out here walkin
I stay prepared
Had a 38 revolver bossy
Bein broke wasn't in my vocabulary
An adolescent with a 40 year old salary
Why you mad at me?
Dismiss me with the hatin
I'm sippin piña coladas
Legs up at the vaycay
Oh yea homeboy I play
But I work hard
Mix tequilas with cocaina
With fire fentanyl
Looked up to Tulisiano
And to el Chapo
Them was my f*ckin idols
All I gots to say is bravo
They proof
Crooked America
Loves criminals
We still movin work
From California to Texas bro!
I got this monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can't sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
Just like junkies on my sack
Whatever drug u need I have
I'll feed addictions with this rap
There's just something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company of rats
This banana clip attached
Feed the monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can't sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
Just like junkies on my sack
Whatever drug u need I have
I'll feed addictions with this rap
There's just something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company of rats
This banana clip attached
Feed the monkey on my back
Foos glamorizing fantasies
Exaggerating salaries
How the f*ck these foos is
Mad at me
For runnin up like calories
But I can't relax & eat
Like I can't imagine sleep
You can lay & count your sheep
But I'd rather count the fiends
Cus I'm daddy to this family
& believe me shit ain't cheap
Gotta Handle responsibilities
My heart is in these streets
My words is pure as product
Hot as bullets in my heat
Gotta hustle, I was brought up
To make sure all of us gon eat
Buck shot pro is runnin stock up
Lacin up my f*ckin cleats
My dogs will bite your block up
At the slightest scent of beef
Just like smokers light that rock up
Dog that Money's my relief
Fightin hatred with this raw love
For my Gs that's 6 Feet deep
Chip you bitches into saw dust
If I catch you trying to creep
Had to teach my sons & daughter
Nothing in this world is free
My homies ain't no talkers
Especially police
Nightmares of gettin shot up
But so in love with this green
I got this monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can't sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
Just like junkies on my sack
Whatever drug u need I have
I'll feed addictions with this rap
There's just something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company of rats
This banana clip attached
Feed the monkey on my back
I was a go-getter
The streets made me clever
It was a school of knowledge
I obtained this from the fellas
Forget sittin thru that government bullshit
Pledge allegiance to the flag
F*ck that
I need some new kicks
I need a new whip
People get killed out here walkin
I stay prepared
Had a 38 revolver bossy
Bein broke wasn't in my vocabulary
An adolescent with a 40 year old salary
Why you mad at me?
Dismiss me with the hatin
I'm sippin piña coladas
Legs up at the vaycay
Oh yea homeboy I play
But I work hard
Mix tequilas with cocaina
With fire fentanyl
Looked up to Tulisiano
And to el Chapo
Them was my f*ckin idols
All I gots to say is bravo
They proof
Crooked America
Loves criminals
We still movin work
From California to Texas bro!
I got this monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can't sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
Just like junkies on my sack
Whatever drug u need I have
I'll feed addictions with this rap
There's just something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company of rats
This banana clip attached
Feed the monkey on my back