money

(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…

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

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

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

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.