Make No Money
New school but I mix it with the old shit
You can't really tell me nothing I'm broke tryna get rich
Ion wanna struggle I don't been without job
I can't make no money that's why I probably wanna rob
Mind lost in the streets should've went to college
All I want is money but shit I need the knowledge
No money in my pocket
Just my id and my wallet
I done smoke up all my weed so I never seen a profit
Now it's back too the same
Prolly smoking with my niggas asking them change
I was really broke I know I'm the one to blame
Walking around with my head down like ima shamed
Promise Ima do music forever
If I have to catch a body ima need a storm shelter
Look me in my eyes bae and tell me it's whatever
We might have to do a mission so let's do this shit together
Here we go again with this same old shit
Me and you inside this room yea that shit don't mix
I'm really a angry so I'm finna smoke wood
I'm sick of all these bad days when Is one Gone good
I be stressing bout a lot I got too much on my shoulder
I gotta do it for my child I'm seeing them get older
Opened up my 3rd eye like feds doing folders
Just like drake it could be over
You can't really tell me nothing I'm broke tryna get rich
Ion wanna struggle I don't been without job
I can't make no money that's why I probably wanna rob
Mind lost in the streets should've went to college
All I want is money but shit I need the knowledge
No money in my pocket
Just my id and my wallet
I done smoke up all my weed so I never seen a profit
Now it's back too the same
Prolly smoking with my niggas asking them change
I was really broke I know I'm the one to blame
Walking around with my head down like ima shamed
Promise Ima do music forever
If I have to catch a body ima need a storm shelter
Look me in my eyes bae and tell me it's whatever
We might have to do a mission so let's do this shit together
Here we go again with this same old shit
Me and you inside this room yea that shit don't mix
I'm really a angry so I'm finna smoke wood
I'm sick of all these bad days when Is one Gone good
I be stressing bout a lot I got too much on my shoulder
I gotta do it for my child I'm seeing them get older
Opened up my 3rd eye like feds doing folders
Just like drake it could be over
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Writer(s): Nathan Sanderlin
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