progressive 2

uh

time is money motherfucker

and money matters

automatics make em' panic like it's east atlantic

jordan high summer school with my nigga savage

back when i was tryna' plot on fucking skinny jasmine

had a couple tablets we was pitching like santana

times was hard we ain't have no god

but we had hammers

don't ever put me in a box with you rap bastards

came from a different struggle

niggas had a different hustle

never been suburban

piled in a suburban nickel-plated gervin

hope they ready for that thunder cuz' my k.p. never on safety

fortified with that.45 so who wanna' die

just another product of my mothers pride

smothered in my mothers lies christ never died foe' me

but i know some niggas that'll give they life foe' me

you niggas can stick to praisin' and my niggas will stick to bangin'

if i die today remember me like curt henning

perfect in every way

now let the devils pray