Everyone around me saying different things I try to listen but nothing sinks in The goals I chase are out of reach It's time to stop going after something
have faith theres nothing worth believing. It takes one hope to make the stars worth reaching for. So reach out, for something more Took a well perfected plan For
s the crook from the Brook' (c'mon) Matty broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?) No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh) Shootouts for
titty Put it in the video Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out and ya bet I won't visit
, your uncle, is working round, strung out. Babies with babies, and they just keep burning, While their dreams go down the drain now. (While their dreams go
" [Ice-T] The problem is you broke, You ain't got no car or job You slow with youer hustle, You dress like a slob Ladies ain't looking for no brothers
leg, I broke my leg "Springtime for Hitler and Germany" A surprise smash "Springtime for Hitler and Germany It'll run for years Where did we go right
flick Dick stacks and fuck rap I had a name for makin' paper since paper mache Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play While you broke niggaz reach
a mile away Yellow white and glasses geaming Chain's so sick I don't need a piece for it I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it I
. Hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches, Orajel for the numbness. Then I hit the corner with a handful of bread crumbs, nigga got the dum-dum for ya [for
broke no more Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more Scandalous, straight up out
pullin' the trigger, right My bullets steadily hittin' I go to pull it again, shit (damn) I ran out of ammunition (Where the fuck are the bullets at?!) I reach up for
have hot job Soon get a promotion, reach all the top notch Me give her the broke back, me give her the style Make the neck get crock back, broke up to
chilled with the feet broke Soft white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke
real criminals, you should be watchin' for Get off my dick for what you don't got Plus you probably never licked a shot on your block Walkin' to my car witcha nine out
titty Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't
Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin I know it's my car bitch You ain't trippinit's your favorite color, on a lovely day You let me reach right over
