[Intro: Reporter, Bob Marley]
Do you make a lot of money?
Out of your your music
Money?
I mean
What?
How much is a lot of money
To you?
Yea that's good question
Have you made millions of dollars
No
Are you a rich man?
What do you mean rich?
What you mean?
Do you have a lot of oppression or
Money in the bank?
Oppression make you rich?
My richness is life forever

[Verse 1]
Been hippity hop
All the way
Never gave a fuck
What you though about me
Cause I just been on the scene
Yes I think about the cream
But I think about the longevity
With the ladies
Yes I know
That’s why you always late my G
[Verse 2]
Cause you mad at me
How I fucking do it
Yes you do the motherfucking pop shove it
I don't give a fuck
Cause I've working like a slave
With the shovel
I’ve been flying like a dove
Oof Oof
Motherfucking bars
You don't even know
Motherfuckers still mad

[Verse 3]
Yea man
That's how is it really is
You feel me?
Yea
I love listening to the motherfucking
Jazz to the huh huh Funk
Yes I know
You ladies still mad at me
Cause I'm so fucking icy
And body made out of steel
Bitches
[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
You don't even need a million to look like a man, you know what I'm saying
So you don't really need the money but at the same time
It's so hard growing up in the hood, people don’t really understand
Everybody got their moms and they pops and they got they catholic schools
And they got their brothers and their little dog Scruffy