They giving pounds and that before get the money
Leaving me with no choice but to agree,
And now that i’m getting money
Coming to terms, where we can agree
Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,
Almost lost my life to the industry
With every word you speak, he or she shall agree
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
Same to biggie, but i'd think they'd agree
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
I agree that it's the wrong comparisons they're feedin' ya,
But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
Not big never will be/ they say respect your elders and i agree/
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