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I'm on a balcony readin' a novel I take the best advice from both the Quran and the Bible My wife bad, more beautiful than your favorite model Don't believe in idols, I think you find the answers inside you I used to think the biggest thing in life was getting money Rumblin' my tummy, I guess that's how it seem when you hungry And when it's no way seeing summer or heat in the winter Thinking 'bout that walk to the shower, I wasn't tryna get her You take for granted certain shit Like never worryin' if she fuck with you 'cause you rich Or friends feelin' like they deservin' of what you get And tryna bring you down, that dollar make people flip, like Cold days, I be caught up and stressin' over this chip, right Drownin' in depression, or women, liquor, it's lit, right? BnBs way up in the hills out in Malibu Pomegranates growin' in the bushes, feeling gratitude Shawty tryna fuck with me but I just keep it casual, woo Breakin' all the rules, let her stay until the afternoon It get lonely, I be knowin' she phoney Thinkin' back to all of the women that really chose me And all the times that I was the villain and she consoled me And told me I was gonna be great, boy, am I late I peep the calendar, like, how often can I escape? I take a breath, acceptin' what seems to be my fate And then I travel back to the Converses and dungarees When we ain't have the water or sunlight to care for money trees When everything you wanted, you get it, then all you want is peace And that comes with a whole different struggle, homie, ain't nothin' free From Letras Mania