Twenty Five

[Chorus: Kam De La]

I got money on my mind

I got pain deep in my soul

I ain't got no fucking time

To be spendin' on these hoe-oe-oe-oe-oes

Pray that I see twenty five

Cause you know these streets is go-oe-oe-oe-old

Still ain't got no fucking time

I'm just out here chasin' do-oe-oe-oe-ough

I got money on my (Yeah)

I got money on my mind



[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]

And every night I talk to god, but he don't answer back

N' when I ask him why he brought my cousin' cancer back

Ain't feelin' that becasue I went to church, like I promised

And when they pass that basket 'round I emptied all my pockets

Stop selling these hoes dreams and started being honest

Cause' fuck it, if she wan' fuck me then we gon' fuck regardless

And if we got it and we want it then we run out in da' hood

My n***a' Chucky gotta tommy like the rug rats in da' hood

'Member we were just young and dumb doin' hella dirt, sippin' syrup no butters worth, sinnin' doin the devils work

Only jesus can Shuttlesworth

Cause ballin' was the only option

Gotta get this paper up

Cops come, hands up

Cause we know what they think of us

Lebron wouldn't have made it if he never went to practice

And ended up dead after tradin' shots over baskets

Bastards of the new school, fire in my eye, I got dollars on my dome, I got money on my mind



[Chorus: Kam De La]

I got money on my mind

I got pain deep in my soul

I ain't got no fucking time

To be spendin' on these hoe-oe-oe-oe-oes

Pray that I see twenty five

Cause you know these streets is go-oe-oe-oe-old

Still ain't got no fucking time

I'm just out here chasin' do-oe-oe-oe-ough

I got money on my (Yeah)

I got money on my mind



[Verse 2: Mir fontane]

From that city round' the water where they ride around with they' ratchets out

They hit the stall, drop the rock in the water like Patrick's house

My teacher told me imma' die before I make it out

I said we dead already bitch watchu' talkin' 'bout, Ah

Still, Lester copped a lambo with bullet proof parts

So a n***a's out here tryina' kill me, I got suicide thoughts

They say money don't buy happiness, in that I am sure but still

I never met a n***a that's happy to be poor

But fuck that, it's way more than the fame, it's more than the cheddar

I'm tryina' make it to the point where I am the best ever

To the point where we can fist fight if you think 2Pac's better

My metaphor's like two barettas I'll take out two Brock Lesnars, I'm that nice

I'm educated but the n***as round me cry stupid

So talk crazy, get sprayed like civil rights movements

I'm on the rise, these n***as they' tellin' lies

I'll make it in due time

Just gotta make it to twenty five my nigguh'



[Chorus: Kam De La]

I got money on my mind

I got pain deep in my soul

I ain't got no fucking time

To be spendin' on these hoe-oe-oe-oe-oes

Pray that I see twenty five

Cause you know these streets is go-oe-oe-oe-old

Still ain't got no fucking time

I'm just out here chasin' do-oe-oe-oe-ough

I got money on my (Yeah)

I got money on my mind