Eba Mob - Money Galore

I'm a young nigga with a big heart
I'm a young nigga that play his part
Shoot for the stars tryna dodge from the narcs
How you a dog but all you do is bark
Your OG money is not yours
If you're clever enough you go get what's yours
The more the fame the more I'm paranoid
Gotta look over my shoulder I got no choice
Won't say trap was my gift
But I would say that was my only resort
Had to play with the hands I was dealt
All by myself I had no choice
I wasn't employed now I'm self employed
Ima live and die by my sword
Money galore

Told my bro lets rock and roll
If rap don't work then I'm back to the stove
Sorry mama for the life I chose
Never I tried to be like big bro
To the trap I sold my soul
Smoking this gas while I'm counting my pros
She in love with the kid take it slow
Don't know about you but can't trust a hoe
Face any nigga toe to toe
Turn your smile to a frown if you take me for a joke
Like the white young nigga finna blow
That's fosho
I been working I been working tryna get it
Couple niggas tryna knock me off my pivot I ain't tripping
In god I trust till the day I bust my weapon

I'm a young nigga with a big heart
I'm a young nigga that play his part
Shoot for the stars tryna dodge from the narcs
How you a dog but all you do is bark
Your OG money is not yours
If you're clever enough you go get what's yours
The more the fame the more I'm paranoid
Gotta look over my shoulder I got no choice
Won't say trap was my gift
But I would say that was my only resort
Had to play with the hands I was dealt
All by myself I had no choice
I wasn't employed now I'm self employed
Ima live and die by my sword
Money galore

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