[Hook]
Growing up as kids they always said that we can touch the sky
But grew up just to struggle living check to check just getting by
But it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
I got a plan to get my money right
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
I got a scheme to get my money right

[Verse]
All I wanna do is make money, get myself up outta this gutta
N***as showing teeth like everything cool, hell nah it ain't gravy if I ain't got butter
You crying cuz you want the new Brons
Well lemme tell you bout this young lady
She got cysts eating up her ovaries, found out she will never have babies
I know a n***a locked up cuz he murdered a n***a that murdered his child
Just read a story bout a man that was passing around Aids, knew he had it, but he stayed in denial
He was touched and molested, abused as a child
Grew to be a pedofile, vile, repeating the cycle

Lemme switch the subject, tryna give you young n***as inspiration
Tried my best to make words chart till they pierce hearts and they penetrating
Told me that I'll never make it, 'How the hell you compared to Nas?'
You will never be nothing more than another broke ass rap n***a with a warehouse job
Especially cuz you kicking dem rappity-raps
We don't got time to break down all your lyrics, there's money to make and there's ass to get at
I laugh at the fact I agree, cuz even if I was on MTV every three minutes counting up millions my momma would be happier if I had a degree
And I would be happier if I pulled up with a foreign vehicle with shoes on the feet
Steering on the right side, right side, I'ma open up the window, girl buckle your seat
Tell em catch up... I'm not mustard
Fuck you cock suckers I'ma bone breaker, block crusher
Field n***a, money maker, block hugger
Girl just call me up and I'll fly over like crop dusters
Field n***a, money maker, block hugger
Girl just call me up and I'll fly over like crop dusters
[Hook]
Growing up as kids they always said that we can touch the sky
But grew up just to struggle living check to check just getting by
But it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
I got a plan to get my money right
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
I got a scheme to get my money right

[Skit]

[Paul Charles Dozsa (Hungry Hungarian):]
Mister, man you just assured me that I could speak

[Police:]
Sit down inside the car. We’re not assuring anything. You’re under arrest

[Paul Charles Dozsa:]
Look, I’m under what?

[Police:]
Come on

[Paul Charles Dozsa:]
Gentlemen, this is democracy manifest. Have a look at the headlock here. See that chap over there? He – GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY PENISSS! This is the bloke who got me on the penis people!

[Police:]
Get some cuffs
[Paul Charles Dozsa:]
Why did you do this to me?

[Police:]
Hop in the car. Get some cuffs

[Paul Charles Dozsa:]
For what reason? What is the charge? Eating a meal? A succulent Chinese meal? Oh that’s a nice headlock sir! Oh AAAAH YES. I see that you know your Judo well. Good one. And you sir. Are you waiting to receive my limp penis? How dare-GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME. TATTA AND FAREWELL!

[Police:]
So just get him in the car

[Paul Charles Dozsa:]
One tough look. They even broke …