Pursuit of Happiness
I let the potion soothe my passion
Every time it's like the last one
I got demons in my pockets
Skeletons inside my closet
Sometimes a wallet
Can lift a empty heart let's check the balance
No need to gas me up
I just need a push to start
And I'm sure it's not enough
I got a will for fortune
Jesus take it out my clutch
I'm tryna find the good
In world full of evil
I fear I use this money
For what I'm looking for in people
What a feeling when they need you
Like if I don't buy these bottles
Would theiy night be just as good
If I ain't bring these models for my niggas in the hood
Would these ties ever sever
Is this love really forever
For the passion that I show
Like do they really dig me
Are the facts I'll never know
I kill myself for the cake
And every weekend is my fucking birthday
I'm always eating right
Keep these niggas thirsty
Finest never age
Don't look a day over 20
And I gotta get paid
Don't love nothing but the money
Paparazzi play right into my hands
It's paper view
Front page throwing hands
And these bitches are my fans
That's who I do it for
Whenever they hate
It make me do it more
Some of these niggas act like hoes to
Try not to let it show
I'm savage for that ransom
These niggas will get exposed
Momma told me this life is draining
Fake love with entertainers is entertaining
Taking advantage of sensitive information
Increasing tension
At the expense for my expenses
I need attention
Let's start the beef
Without this publicity
I probably wouldn't even get a mention in the streets
Jealousy and greed are sisters of mine
And depressions just a cousin behind
Bitch wait in line
To these niggas I'm the finest
To these bitches I'm a lion
To these niggas I'm the flyest
To these bitches I be lying
Ain't no pleasure in being modest
All the pleasure we deposit
We really cursed let's be honest
To these niggas I'm the finest
To these bitches I'm a lion
To these niggas I'm the flyest
To these bitches I be lying
What's behind a perfect body
And all of this designer
What's the value of this cash
And the life these hoes desire
Lying with the pride
Eyeing the skylight
Reaching for the skyline
Can turn to a sky dive
Still call the skyline
Whenever the line drop
Confused the passion and the pride
And leave the happiness inside
Fuck I'm calling to the sky
Ain't no line to get to god
The cash is what we trust
We be happy when we die
Confused the passion and the pride
And leave the happiness inside
Fuck I'm calling to the sky
Ain't no line to get to god
The cash is what we trust
We be happy when we die
Every time it's like the last one
I got demons in my pockets
Skeletons inside my closet
Sometimes a wallet
Can lift a empty heart let's check the balance
No need to gas me up
I just need a push to start
And I'm sure it's not enough
I got a will for fortune
Jesus take it out my clutch
I'm tryna find the good
In world full of evil
I fear I use this money
For what I'm looking for in people
What a feeling when they need you
Like if I don't buy these bottles
Would theiy night be just as good
If I ain't bring these models for my niggas in the hood
Would these ties ever sever
Is this love really forever
For the passion that I show
Like do they really dig me
Are the facts I'll never know
I kill myself for the cake
And every weekend is my fucking birthday
I'm always eating right
Keep these niggas thirsty
Finest never age
Don't look a day over 20
And I gotta get paid
Don't love nothing but the money
Paparazzi play right into my hands
It's paper view
Front page throwing hands
And these bitches are my fans
That's who I do it for
Whenever they hate
It make me do it more
Some of these niggas act like hoes to
Try not to let it show
I'm savage for that ransom
These niggas will get exposed
Momma told me this life is draining
Fake love with entertainers is entertaining
Taking advantage of sensitive information
Increasing tension
At the expense for my expenses
I need attention
Let's start the beef
Without this publicity
I probably wouldn't even get a mention in the streets
Jealousy and greed are sisters of mine
And depressions just a cousin behind
Bitch wait in line
To these niggas I'm the finest
To these bitches I'm a lion
To these niggas I'm the flyest
To these bitches I be lying
Ain't no pleasure in being modest
All the pleasure we deposit
We really cursed let's be honest
To these niggas I'm the finest
To these bitches I'm a lion
To these niggas I'm the flyest
To these bitches I be lying
What's behind a perfect body
And all of this designer
What's the value of this cash
And the life these hoes desire
Lying with the pride
Eyeing the skylight
Reaching for the skyline
Can turn to a sky dive
Still call the skyline
Whenever the line drop
Confused the passion and the pride
And leave the happiness inside
Fuck I'm calling to the sky
Ain't no line to get to god
The cash is what we trust
We be happy when we die
Confused the passion and the pride
And leave the happiness inside
Fuck I'm calling to the sky
Ain't no line to get to god
The cash is what we trust
We be happy when we die
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Writer(s): Idris Toliver
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