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No, I don't wanna rap about being broke no more I don't wanna hear you rap about coke no more I just wanna put my city on, open some doors And let A list produce like the grocery store Touch more dollars than the rappers who rap about touching them Fucked more broads then the rappers who rap about fucking them I know they think I'm soft 'cause I don't rap about hustling But where I'm from this brother's independent, get insufferable So I'mma throw some substance in the music that I'm publishing And rebirth greatness like the same way my mother did Born as a slave, escaped from the cage And I'mma rampage till they put me in the grave I been up for days, gin and OJ Still invoke praise though I'm feeling both ways 44 bomber though I know shit don't change 44 bomber though I know shit don't change And everybody waiting on a savior They go to bed at night they praying to the paper Living life hope the truth don't wake the neighbors We just worshiping the paper, God speed And everybody waiting on a savior They go to bed at night they praying to the paper Living life hope the truth don't wake the neighbors We just worshiping the paper, God speed Letras de cancionesAnd money, money, money is all we care about Million dollars, cats'll kick they fucking parents out Student loans got us living in our parent's house Don't pay no child support 'cause new J's keep coming out They say I'm cocky but I guess this is the conscience gone That's A list on the track and Aj on the kind of drums And the tambourines could've have maracas on Preaches pray in verses, guess that's why they call them prophets, huh I'm just Joshua, used to run for 'used to work in McDonalds Had a 94' I'm just real, dog, city wouldn't let me be Any less than greatness in the bull city pedigree I ain't perfect, I'm just out here making music And I'm praying God forgive me for the shit that I be doing I ain't perfect, I'm just out here making music And I'm praying God forgive me for the shit that I be doing Hallelujah And I'm praying God forgive me for the shit that I be doing Hallelujah And everybody waiting on a savior They go to bed at night they praying to the paper Living life hope the truth don't wake the neighbors We just worshiping the paper, God speed And everybody waiting on a savior They go to bed at night they praying to the paper Living life hope the truth don't wake the neighbors We just worshiping the paper, God speed From Letras Mania