Yeah yeah hey hey hey

R I P Pooh Bear that's my dead homie

F**k that other shit hey

Let's get this bread homie

Remember when

They could catch a charge down in Atlanta

They underestimate me 'cause

I'm comin' from Alabama

Martin Lee innocent

He ain't even have a chance

They beat him in that boot camp

'Til he died in that ambulance

That boy was only fifteen years old

F**k what they say he did

So tell me how

I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids

And then we can't get a job

Ridin' we get them pounds

If it ain't that coke then

We get that 'dro and break it down

See that ice the dope man paradise

Boy better think twice that dope have you doin' life

They tore down the projects

So where we gonna move next

They takin' them food stamps

They stop government checks

Hey money my motivator

My mouth my money maker

Now I don't see them haters

So let's go get this paper

Yeah when you think about us

Think about it we don't own nothin'

If we get money we got a little few dollars

But our whole family tore up n***a

You're gettin' money for the

People in your family that ain't got nothin'

When it's all said and done

What do you own You don't own nothin'

You don't own you

The nigga's playin' basketball

He don't own that jersey

He can't even be in a commercial

With his name on the back

So when it's really all said and done

What did you do this for

What difference did you make

You see how the world changin'

Yeah they left Saddam hanging

Wish they just kill 'em all so now

The Middle East they bangin'

Preachers in that pulpit

Say they teach that bullshit

So know how we know it's bullshit

Same niggas I went to school with

Grabbin' on your nuts and disrespectin' get you merked

Them young niggas got pistol grips

They've been about they killin' shit

But they all some hypocrites

When I come up to them gates

I hope you say you heard of me

Now Kendrick Curtis gone

Them angels took him home

They gave my brother ten years

The system did him wrong

Now we convicted felons

Because they caught us sellin'

And nine times out of ten

Your friend the one who tellin'

I wanna go to Heaven

Up to that Promised Land

I need another chance

I wanna meet that man

Money my motivator

My mouth my money maker

No I don't see you haters

So let's go get this paper

Yeah Surprise niggas Hey we be high n***a

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin' money

You all niggas ain't

Gettin' no muthaf**kin' money n***a

I got millions n***a and

I'm still broke n***a 'cause

That ain't no motherf**king' money

You all playin' right into these motherf**king' hands

Risk your life everyday for some bullshit

Huh n***a What your bank account say n***a

Oh that's all Ha ha

They shippin' them boys off they fightin' in Iraq

Its soldiers in that war

That ain't never gonna make it back

Niggas this the battlefield

Fake niggas scream keep it real

Yeah yeah rob steal

Anything to pay them bills

Hey n***a time's harder

So we grind harder

We're takin' chances with

That coke comin' 'cross that water

Tryin' to get up out this ghetto

Life ain't gotta be this way

Them pigs they came and kicked

My mama door in yesterday

I prayed a thousand nights

I did a hundred crimes

And now I'm beggin' Lord

That you don't let me down this time

Money my motivator

My mouth my money maker

No I don't see them haters

So let's go get this paper

Our Father who art in Heaven

Please Lord forgive me for that crack sellin'

Thou kingdom come

Thou will be done these niggas dumb

Yeah n***a gave my brother ten years n***a

What the f**k you supposed to do with

That n***a they gave my uncle twenty years n***a

Matter fact they gave my cousin life n***a

I can tell you how

I feel n***a be on that motherf**king' stand n***a

Lookin' the motherf**king judge in they face n***a

And he's gonna tell

You some stupid shit like "life" n***a

They're sendin'

You all niggas on vacation n***a 'cross the nation n***a

You all niggas caught up in the motherf**king hype n***a

Sellin' that white n***a I been there

Done that n***a

n***a I'm from Mobile n***a they call that b***h

City n***a

You bring your black ass there n***a

You guaranteed to go to

Motherf**king prison bein' black

Where I'm from

n***a I come from the motherf**king impossible n***a

Now you all niggas gotta deal with me

n***a I'm here

Zone 4 new motherf**king money n***a D Boy Squad

Rich Boy Polow Da Don Yeah