Money Jenkins

In these streets I was facing danger
I keep my gun like a Texas ranger
We never scared man we got them angels
The key to life gotta get the angle
Dope fiends on the corner serve em
In my hood man the devil working
We pray to God we don't go to churches
My OG just died from churches wtf
Different eyes got different views
I change the mood when I'm in the room
Living color I'm changing hues
I been the truth since I was a youth

Late nights thinking
Dreaming I need my own
Late nights wondering
Fuck that I need my own

I was on Marta red line mane
Know I did the crime I did the time mane
Atlanta shit I'm dead broke looking rich mane
Just got my income tax I'm thinking Phipps mane
I'm fuck up I know it yeah I know it
Get that money just to blow it yeah we blow it
Gotta pull up in the hood so they know it
Gotta keep it real all the love I'm showing
Glow know I got the glow I got the glow mane
I float when I'm in the room im in the room mane
I thought back on the shrooms we on the shrooms mane
I was blessed for many many moons many moons mane

Late nights thinking
Dreaming I need my own
Late nights wondering
Fuck that I need my own



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson R March, Amir Jenkins
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