Yeah, I left my sins on this pen and paper Yeah, diamonds so large they look like many
Acres Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know that sleep is the cousin of my death And I ain't wasting no threats
I put that shit on my chest I say it loud, I chest
I say it loud, I chest I say it loud, I chest
I say it loud with my chest out, And I'll put my best out
And I'll put my best out, that's why I live on my own
That's why I live on my own, I live in my zone, I live in my mind
Trying to protect my peace of mind All these girls wanna steal my peace of mind
All these hoes wanna grab and steal my peace of mind
All these niggas wanna grab and steal some peace to time
Yeah, Yeah
My peace of mind
All you niggas ain't real
Bitch ass niggas, niggas snitch ass niggas
Bitch ass niggas, niggas snitch ass
Have you made a lot of money out of your music
Money
I mean, how much is a lot of money to you
Yeah, that's a good question
Have you made, say, millions of dollars
No
Are you a rich man
What do you mean rich? What do you mean
Do you have a lot of possessions? A lot of money in the bank
Possession make you rich?
I don't have that type of richness