I made a killing
Out the time I had
Rest In Peace
Yeah we looking at the aftermath
Fuck class
Pops was locked up in the dungeon
Put together pieces of my manhood
As I go
Yeah there’s trips and falls
Collect calls
Collecting money under the bed
For withdraws
Feeling like a man at the bank
I been on
We been saw
It’s like tears in the rain
Yeah When it’s all over

I said
Yeah what I said

If I played with fire
Would it burn my reputation
People look at me funny
Make a n***a complacent
Fill a void with some lax
Grandma told me save my money
I was on to do that
A coward died a thousand deaths
Till my death I contrast