81 blocks cycled across the city
The moths in my wallet saying, "N***a, welcome to Philly!"
N***as wrung out in the widened wealth gap, ain't no winning, no way!
You ever gone that far in the rain for an 8th?

A text in the middle of the night, just as I’m about to close my eyes, and a n***a like
"Yeah, but you gotta come here, is that alright?"

450G gone every 4 weeks
Jeff Sessions old ass making it harder to eat
And on the other hand, it's places you can cop legally
But, till they drop my n***a charges, it don't mean shit to me

Another text in the middle of the night, just as I’m about to close my eyes, and a n***a like
"Yeah, but you gotta come here, is that alright?"
(Another text)
"Yeah, but you gotta come here, is that alright?"
(Another text)
"Yeah, but you gotta come here, is that alright?"
The game straight pay a n***a lights

Yeah, I'm giving my math out, but I make more trips to the plug house
Yeah, I'm getting my math up, stretched thin, I can't back up
I sleep in, but I bag up, all cash, no taxes
My level low, I'm not bragging, leaves and oil, no lacking
Outside like, "What's brackin'?" Outside like, "What's brackin’?"
Dreaming of when I pack up, n***as playing in my face now
If you rich, you can blow tree on TV, white can grow tree on TV
And never ever worry about no cases, how?
And get praised as an entrepreneur! Wow!
Cash crops fat a cash cow when it’s n***as in the slaughterhouses with their hands bound
N***a

(This fuck shit is corny, I'm just tryna eat, but probation got me like n***a wassup?
I’m tryna make this rent, not to daily repent, but the police got me like n***a wassup?)
I'm moving up to quaps, steady giving more than what I got
(Your excuse is it's in my nature to put me in danger while you're screaming at me like n***a wassup?)
Had all types of green in front of my n***a and he not lay one finger like n***a wassup?
Even when he take a sip a n***a never trip about what might be up in his cup
(I’m in my fucking bag, seeing something I can't have)
Meanwhile who on lifestyle while I'm working on dying on Girard Ave?

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I am
A darkskin n***a with a bit of knife for each and every Punk Goes Crunk white n***a
Made in America, or taken there, but I will never ever show up in the picture
Outside of time and mind, the n***a in me is me, I am Moneynicca
30 years ago to today, n***a, art n***a ribs touch 'round this way, n***a