(Yeah… uh…)
They call it luck… I call it blood money…
Paid in full with flesh and bone…
Gift and the curse…
Let these greedy motherfuckers know…
[Hook]
They say “lucky you” with the bag and the clout (gift and curse)
But they ain’t see the crash, the leg I left on the ground (blood, sweat, tears)
Earned every dollar with scarred hands and a limp
Now these vultures circle — take take take, never give
Money buys whips, cribs, trips overseas
But can’t buy time, health, or the family that flees
Always wonder why they smilin’, why they actin’ so nice
It’s parasitic greed — kiss that cash goodbye
Borrow? They vanish. Prenups for the “love.”
Payroll full of leeches, prostitution, not above
Smaller house, bigger heart — that’s the only win
Gift and the curse… I’m dead underneath the skin
[Verse 1]
Philly grit in my veins, car flipped, leg gone
But the demon in me rose — turned pain to a throne
Arrests, Drug Court, they tried to bury the kid
I clawed out the dirt while these snakes stayed hid
Blood on the pavement, sweat in the midnight grind
Tears in the mirror when the world lost its mind
Built brick by brick with one leg in the race
Now they act like I woke up blessed in this place
Nah — inbox flooded with “remember me?” pleas
When the bag was empty, they left with the breeze
Fuck fake love, I smell the greed from a mile
Want the perks, the trips — but never walked my trials
Down on my last? You was ghost. Now you want a cut?
Kiss my ass, bloodsucker — stay the fuck out my trust
[Verse 2]
Paranoid in my circle, ‘cause money turns ‘em feral
Everybody’s “family” till the checks stop flowin’
Laugh too loud, eyes on my pockets like addicts
“Bro, just a loan” — next week they vanish
Leeches suck the life, then dip when it’s dry
Prenups ‘cause “love” is a calculated lie
Prostitution of the soul for a piece of the pie
Ain’t no prosperity, just wolves in disguise
Fake smiles, fake hugs, prayin’ on my fall
I earned this the hard way — no silver spoon at all
One leg wonder, vision sharper than a blade
Greed is the game… and most of y’all played
[Verse 3 / Outro]
Money’s a gift, but it’s wrapped in pure venom
Drives you insane, turns loved ones into strangers
Can’t buy back moments, can’t heal what’s been broken
Can’t buy peace when you sleep with one eye open
Smaller house, bigger heart — that’s the only truth
Big mansions full of snakes and spiritual abuse
I’d rather die real than live fake and rich
Gift and the curse… I paid for this shit
Blood, sweat, tears… missing parts, still standin’
Fuck what they think — I earned every fuckin’ thing.