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  • He say he paid the cost
  • To be the boss
  • He want that new Bent
  • Top off
  • He say he burn the block hot sause
  • He say the world is his but look at what it cost
  • See his daddy was a dope boy
  • Uncle was a dope boy/brother was a dope boy
  • Sister was a dope girl
  • Cousin was a dope boy
  • Only thing that he new was dope boy
  • Now everybody that I named in jail or dead
  • It's like the devil putting that money on they head
  • See the trap money good
  • But the wrath is pillin'you and God got beef
  • You don't want them problems
  • Cause why we getting fast that money good
  • But believe me it won't help you when they put you in that wood
  • Boy
  • Back in the day I had a lot of pay
  • But then I got saved
  • Took a pay cut by the way I'm still blessed
  • Money can solve some problems but if you on the wrong side of when
  • He crack that sky it's gonna be grotesque
  • It's gonna be a hot mess
  • Surrounded by dead flesh eternally hopeless
  • You better listen to the sound of the Holy Ghost stumping bumping jumping up in your chest
  • That money won't last it'll pass like gas
  • It'll fade like grass fast
  • Whiplash in your face like car crash
  • If you keep on living in darkness
  • Homeboy I know you ain't heartless
  • Rick Ross done fed you that garbage
  • This is not a dis
  • This is just a word for the dope boy trapping and rapping dealing with life challenges
  • All I'm trying to tell them is
  • They can be better then they can be better men
  • Lawyers doctors high school letter men
  • Why are you settling for the same thing locked up your partner them
  • Why would you follow them why would you model them
  • They ain't did nothing but fail
  • Jesus Christ I pray you follow him
  • I see you in these streets
  • Out here trying to get it
  • You never sleep trying to triple your diggets
  • I know your model is money over everything
  • Mr. Ice Cream man moving hurricane
  • You got that trap money got you feeling hood rich
  • Got you feeling good with
  • Racks on racks and hood chicks
  • But after that you could get
  • Caught up with some Fed time
  • Or God forbid they hit the kid with rad-di-tat tat bed time
  • Or worst than that you keep trapping
  • Oscar winner keep acting
  • Like you don't hear the LORD calling one day He's gon' reek havoc
  • Ask the real Rick Ross
  • All that money can get lost
  • God's gon' ask how you respond to His Son on a bloody cross

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