Money Man

I got tunnel vision nikkas look at me like they tryna diss me

Got to much division

Listen i come from the bx tryna make it large

Times out here gettin hard so i spit these barz tryna make a life

Rapping is all i know they shouldve known i passed that cyph

You already kno me an my nikkaz done passed that green light

Over time things coming thru

Like i got my baby momz over here while im still rolling dice like its chutes and hoopz

Tryna make it to the top

Still i stand

Looking back and forth wishing i could be the better man

I stand on top looking back at my past

Theres a shiny pole there

sign sayin no hand stands

Listen if yu were in my shoes you would understand aint time left

When you aint the money man

Nikkas know how it is living in the ghetto

Boogie down bronx theres no left hand to turn into

Sick and tired

First 48

listen man now its times to get it straight

These people on 141st next to the ave ready know it comes down

Man shooting dice and playing hoops feeling like im already 10 toes down

While reminiscing on my next move to become a money man

Time is heavy

My arms are sweaty

Palms gettin scary

Bowl of noodle spaghetti

Now hit me theres no life without a man kuz there was never such thing as the real money man.