Empathy
This money don't mean shit but I'm gon' still make it
You ain't gotta dig to see my dirt, I ain't gon' fake shit
I can't hate cause that shit ain't hurting who you think it is
I'm still up, eight in the morning, I'm on my eighth spliff
I was born to take risks
Can't be afraid of shit
Knew I wasn't working for no cracker by the age of six
I was writing verses in my classes on them papers bitch
I made it work when I ain't have shit, I made shit
I hope my phone break
For my own sake
But I just call my brother, said I fuck with you the long way
I should call my mother, say I love her
Cause we don't know how much time we got left
And I know nobody perfect but I'm trying my best
I'ma get rich or die trying, it's tatted on my chest
I done opened up my eyes, got one tatted on my neck
I done counted all my blessings and I still want more
I done learned my lesson but I still got more
Lets make a toast for all the time we done spent
Spending time on our self
Cause I know this shit get quiet when you finding yourself
Lord knows I've been tired
Every time I hit another low, I just get higher
I really dream of shit that money can't buy
But I can't lie
When that money come, baby, I'm gon' run it up
Cause there was a time when we wasn't getting by
Sometimes I wish I felt more empty, I feel everything
Don't envy me, I'm lost
I need empathy sometimes
Just remember me
Just remember me when I'm gone
This money don't mean shit but I'm gon' still make it
You ain't gotta dig to see my dirt, I ain't gon' fake shit
I can't hate cause that shit ain't hurting who you think it is
I'm still up, eight in the morning, I'm on my eighth spliff
I was born to take risks
Can't be afraid of shit
Knew I wasn't working for no cracker by the age of six
I was writing verses in my classes on them papers bitch
I made it work when I ain't have shit, I made shit
Sometimes I wish I felt more empty, I feel everything
Don't envy me, I'm lost
I need empathy sometimes
Don't forget me
Just remember me when I'm gone
You ain't gotta dig to see my dirt, I ain't gon' fake shit
I can't hate cause that shit ain't hurting who you think it is
I'm still up, eight in the morning, I'm on my eighth spliff
I was born to take risks
Can't be afraid of shit
Knew I wasn't working for no cracker by the age of six
I was writing verses in my classes on them papers bitch
I made it work when I ain't have shit, I made shit
I hope my phone break
For my own sake
But I just call my brother, said I fuck with you the long way
I should call my mother, say I love her
Cause we don't know how much time we got left
And I know nobody perfect but I'm trying my best
I'ma get rich or die trying, it's tatted on my chest
I done opened up my eyes, got one tatted on my neck
I done counted all my blessings and I still want more
I done learned my lesson but I still got more
Lets make a toast for all the time we done spent
Spending time on our self
Cause I know this shit get quiet when you finding yourself
Lord knows I've been tired
Every time I hit another low, I just get higher
I really dream of shit that money can't buy
But I can't lie
When that money come, baby, I'm gon' run it up
Cause there was a time when we wasn't getting by
Sometimes I wish I felt more empty, I feel everything
Don't envy me, I'm lost
I need empathy sometimes
Just remember me
Just remember me when I'm gone
This money don't mean shit but I'm gon' still make it
You ain't gotta dig to see my dirt, I ain't gon' fake shit
I can't hate cause that shit ain't hurting who you think it is
I'm still up, eight in the morning, I'm on my eighth spliff
I was born to take risks
Can't be afraid of shit
Knew I wasn't working for no cracker by the age of six
I was writing verses in my classes on them papers bitch
I made it work when I ain't have shit, I made shit
Sometimes I wish I felt more empty, I feel everything
Don't envy me, I'm lost
I need empathy sometimes
Don't forget me
Just remember me when I'm gone
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Writer(s): Joseph Edward
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