Robben Island

Big told me, "Fuck bitches, get money"
Hov told me that the money ain't a thang
Kanye said, "Wait 'til I get my money right"
Then you can't tell me nothing

And then you lose it all
And you back where you came from
And now you face to face with your day ones
The sun goes away and the rain comes
The codeine fades and the pain comes
You having trouble picking your face up

You not rich if you don't got something that the world can't take
You got ranks that a war can't break
You got wealth that the Forbes can't rate
You so firm that your core can't shake
You got a smile that the poor can't fake

Yeah
They're tryna take your joy out your life
The good thing is you can take the noise out your life
Let 'em hate, never let them boys out your lights
Play the game and you make a toy out your life

Always in the drama, flexing in designer
Fronting for the camera, give this bitch a Oscar
Gotta show the fans love, fixing up my posture
Hungry for approval, eating all the lies up

Learning it was never 'bout the money though (money though)
Niggas really coming for your soul
Took the status and the roll, and the Patek and the Rolls
And the mansion and the clothes, knowing it'll make you fold

Nigga take it all
And I'ma smile when it's loud
I can face it all
Stand my ground, treat me foul
I just shake it off
You on the ground and I'm praying that you make it off

Ain't it ironic how they wanna see me down?
And I can only see 'em when I'm looking down
We've been sleeping in and cooking out
Shoot straight like my rook is out
Views great, glad we took the route
Freedom fighters aren't looking south

Niggas wonder how we good in droughts
Heaven only knows
So many blessings that I couldn't count
Devil nested in my trees 'til I shook 'em out
My fire put a third degree on people tryna put it out (put it out)

You're only hurting you, son
Preying on me and I'm praying that you grew some
Don't trip, know it's win some, lose some
All about the giveback, get some, do some

Perfection is overrated
And I ain't done fucking up just yet
Hate my guts while you cut that check
I left the slums, I ain't come back yet
By the beach, when I come back west

Told the press, "No comment"
Can we have a minute of your time? Don't got it
Lie, cheat, put it on the street, no hiding
Niggas always coming for my peace, so toxic
To breach my profits (my profits)

Kill and die for the money and power
I walk away when it's funny and sour
I'm a simple kind of man
You can show me that you love me with flowers
I'm dead broke if you want me for dollars

I got the look of Mandela
All these years in a prison, still I fair better
And even in the craziest conditions, I'ma thrive still
Hit you with a smile still
Knowing there's a reason I'm alive still, yeah