Funny how time flies

Funny how one thing leads to another

Funny how mothers cry

Funny how we live at night and in the gutter

Funny how cash rules everything around me

Funny how people never seem to change

Funny how my closest friends is my rebuttal

Seems like it all can change and I can get paid

Whoa!

Nigga gotta find a way

Find a way to make some money

Nigga gotta find a way

Find a way to make some cash

Got to find a way

Nigga gotta find a way

Find a way to make some money

Nigga gotta find a way

Find a way to make some cash

Got to find a way

I was giving this a lot of thought

Should I trip? Should I not? Should I set this off?

A whole lotta pressure is on my shoulders

My soul is with all my niggaz I roll with; so know this

Cut the bullshit, take it back to the music

use it right, don't matter what you do with it

I'm here to represent the real

I still stayed G'ed up unless must I will

I stayed up all night, I argue and fight by myself; this can't be right

Hmm cuz if the lights were the sound of the siren

I'd make you niggaz get a deal and act wild

I'm for real and I can see through these suckers that dick riding motherfuckers

Yeah, that's me bustin' cuz I'm a huslter for the chips

And I'm trippin 'cuz I'm sick of this shit

Listen

It wasn't about money up front

All a nigga wanted was a big gold chain and a blunt

Why? What do you mean?

Living my Auntie Mary and I ain't having a damn thang

I can't get a job; I might as well steal and rob

Man, life is so hard

Hanging in my homie garage while other niggaz

doing killing for a living in the city of stars

I got a lick but I ain't got caught

Nigga slippin' leaving a sack by the bar

And I seen where he set it, thought he had hid it

Nope, and I'm about to go get it

Come up, I gotta stay run up

Left eye open while I'm sleep with the gun up

Please don't run up about that money I'm funny

My nigga you'll get done up