Yeah

It′s been a long time coming I know

Spent a long time running I knowYeah

About to hit the Money Mart and ask for a loan, motherfucker

Yeah

Heyo I'm broke, I don′t even got a penny for my thoughts

When I'm making bills, take it til' I′ve spent all that I got

I try investing in the music til′ they let me get my spot

It's sad it costs money just to send me to the top

But that′s the world we live in I ain't complaining

But I′d never work a dead end job to make my wages

I was never born into a family that's rich

I could start a fucking fire with my hands and two sticks

If I want something I′d actually have to do shit

I guess growing up fast makes your attitude switch

I rap for therapy, and I rap for meals

Your tracks embarrassing, cause you rap for deals

I'm a natural born hustler, I'll sell grass to fields

You say it just to say it, but these set backs are real

I don′t gotta say "swag" to get that appeal

But I′m broke so it's hard to not sell crack and steal

I′ve been out here try'na turn a penny to a buck

Ain′t nobody perfect, but it's better than it was

It′s common sense, all these cents add up

But you gotta save a hundred for a dollar that's rough

I've been out here try′na turn a penny to a buck

Ain′t nobody perfect, but it's better than it was

It′s common sense, all these cents add up

But you gotta save a hundred for a dollar that's rough

I get that feeling in my stomach when the rent is due

Because there′s nothing left to do, I'm try′na chase this revenue

It's in my blood, I'm like the boss of a business

But I don′t got all the riches, I gotta walk out and get it

I′d rather hustle with my muscle than be washing them dishes

Either focus on this music or get locked up in prison

At least than I'd be provided with a pot I can piss in

Its part of the system, statistics say I′m wrongfully twisted

I'm slaughtering victims, try′na make a dollar for meat

I'm try′na market my team cause we ain't got shit for free

Everybody say they rich but I ain't buying it, no

I couldn′t buy it if I wanted to, I′m all outta dough

I need paper boy

And I don't mean the news

When I don′t got it, its a problem I get violent and confused

All these rappers throwing money but don't got a lot of skill

I need that Wu-Tang paper wheres the dollar, dollar bill

I′ve been out here try'na turn a penny to a buck

Ain′t nobody perfect, but it's better than it was

It's common sense, all these cents add up

But you gotta save a hundred for a dollar that′s rough

I′ve been out here try'na turn a penny to a buck

Ain′t nobody perfect, but it's better than it was

It′s common sense, all these cents add up

But you gotta save a hundred for a dollar that's rough