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Don't Make Sense
Mo money mo problems, it don't really make no sense.
And these shoes cost a fortune but that ain't how much I spent.
Stay down wit my team they been there since day one.
Take it back to the hood days all my niggas just tryna have fun.
Looking at today what's wrong wit y'all
it's too much going on just to fall asleep.
Niggas perpetrating just to jump the vine.
It's three second murders 3 times a week.
24/7 I be on the grind.
Cause my family still need food to eat.
This shit is way more what you see on the news.
This shit is something that concerns you or me.
Niggas ain't used to this.
I got one.
Hella respect for all my niggas that done lost one.
Get it together boy.
You losing yaself boy.
Cause all of us probably done been without one.
Got time for business and no time for tripping.
I need a plaque on the wall that got my name on it.
And if I gotta make hits just to save the universe.
Then I already know that I can make one.
I got too much doubt on my mind.
Got too much strength to look over.
When the world is spinning let my story begin.
This the World Premiere you waited long for.
Niggas ain't got shit but nice cars.
Mansions lots and big chains.
But whatever it is you gotta pay for it.
You better tax that credit towards the game.
Cause it's soldiers down,
and it never ends, it don't really make no sense.
It don't really make no sense.
It don't really make no sense.
And these kids scared to leave the lights off.
It don't really make no sense.
It don't really make no sense.
It don't really make no sense.
So I don't care about cars.
And I can't worry about fame.
But when I make it pray God.
Imma hope my life does not change.
Cause this heat inside of my soul.
Got me dripping pink and blooded swole.
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All I wanna be is santified but we cruisified from control.
Heroes of the world we multiplied
and make all the lights turn to gold.
We animals to these solid streets that's the only thing that we know!
Tell me why imma black man and they testifying my hunger.
We tired of stressing off income.
Can't take this broke shit no longer.
Poverty captivity is the only thing makes us stronger.
Devil reaching towards the left
pocket gotta show his ass imma monster!
Yep!
Wanna make it to end.
Port Squad down to win.
Hold our heads to the top of the world let's let our story begin.
Cause my credit screaming for security.
And my taxes wanna make babies.
My income bitching bout nothing.
Cause my wallet still drive me crazy.
And I know its too much to bare cause we sacrifice for our names.
And we still patient cause we still
waiting for our daily bread to maintain.
Cause it's soldiers down,
and it never ends, it don't really make no sense.
It don't really make no sense.
It don't really make no sense.
And these kids can't walk from corner stores.
It don't really make no sense.
It don't really make no sense.
It don't really make no sense.
So I don't care about cars.
And I can't worry about fame.
But when I make it pray God.
I hope my life does not change.
Prophecy is my name and it don't really make no sense.
But when I get into the top spot.
Everybody gone say this.
Mike you got one right here boy!
Take care of your responsibilities and
stay humble don't let em get in the way.
Words from a prophet.
Alright Stop.
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