TREY CHOPS - 40 Acres

All we seek in life is cash and bitches
Tell them hoes I'm just out here grinding, stay on a mission
Your money come and go, mines still around and that's the difference
Since people waste my time now, must appeal to all the children
Opiates really not my first choice
If you can't express yourself through these songs, then what's the point
Got to have a certain voice, certain structure, come around like this is no other
They say that I sound too white, but still get pulled over at night, man
In the end it's all about 40 acres and a mule
if you not gon' fix the problem, then you'll always be a tool, for them
Yeah, go on (Hey)
Go long (Yeah) go on (Hey)
In the end it's all about 40 acres and a mule
If you not gon' fix the problem, then you'll always be a tool, for them
Yeah, go on (Hey)
Go long (Yeah) go on (Hey)
Know you think it's silly and I know you think it's nothing
I'm gon' do a bit of research, turn my creation to something
Ain't no relation while bumping, I stay low-key, no assumptions
If you're wise you'll go for the throne, this is a joke, at the club spitting Patron
If you need it like I need it, if you want it like I do
Take a journey with me listen, won't buy thousand dollar shoes
Oops, oops, your bitch looking like she feel the effects
Of sleeping with fuckboys every single night, she just living life
In the end it's all about 40 acres and a mule
If you not gon' fix the problem, then you'll always be a tool, for them
Yeah, go on (Hey)
Go long (Yeah) go on (Hey)
In the end it's all about 40 acres and a mule
If you not gon' fix the problem, then you'll always be a tool, for them
Yeah, go on (Hey)
Go long (Yeah) go on (Hey)

Written by:
Trey Charles

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