[Part I: "ALMIGHTY DOLLAR"]

[Intro]
(Girl, you knock me out)

[Verse 1]
If you wan' get away with murder, they gon' probably tell you kill a rap star
The industry is a trapdoor
Goin' harder than some black Forces
N***as ain't been this fresh since the kid had the brick in the Jansport
Suicide if you mention my name, never ever took a rap loss
Never ran from the beef, but the police turn a n***a track star
Played on a n***a's insecurities when they called my mama crackwhore
Struggles of a young Black boy, with n***as steppin' like a frat boy
Wasn't for this rap shit, probably be puttin' keys in a RAV4
Yeah, I'm from the P's where thе feds get you takin' pics with the flash off
Nеver had the money, never had the fame, still the one the bitches ask for
So when I get the money and the fame, see, the hate, I'ma just attract more
Stash dick like Fab 5 Freddy way back in the gap, boy
Was a Bugle Boy, Gap boy
Another dies as the 'yac pours
Graduated from the streets, ain't no lies in my raps, took the cap off
I possess what you lack, dog, savoir faire, yeah
Critically acclaimed rap-lord, funny 'cause I was the one they laughed off
Now they see my potential and latch on
N***as still duckin' task force
N***as still duckin' task force
Court case with the gag order
As I see a n***a on Vlad tellin' on himself on these platforms
Ain't no enemies in the crib, but even your friends get you backdoored (What?)
[Chorus]
Nothin' ain't right if the money ain't right (Get money)
Nothin' ain't right if the money ain't right
Almighty dollar, it doesn't make sense
They died for dollars, I guess it's the trend (Get money)
Nothin' ain't right if the money ain't right

[Verse 2]
Yeah, tell 'em real n***as don't die
Tell 'em real n***as don't die
Dead presidents on a n***a head, how you leave your brother flatlined?
Kill a n***a, never ask why
That's a white man's pastime
See a n***a like me and wanna hurt him, cracker left it in the bloodline
Daddy ain't never had nothin', but he left mama with some black eyes
Mama ain't never had nothin', child of the ghetto chastise
Over school clothes she would buy, too embarrassed just to go back outside
Inside, heart pure, cousin got life when he went to trial
Booboo gave a n***a twenties when he saw me, was a real n***a, looked out
Think he saw somethin' in a n***a, was a fly n***a, no doubt
When he had the five-point-oh, jealousy got his brains blown out
I remember our last talk, he said, "Watch n***as movin' foul"
I could still see the n***a smile, prayin' I don't let my n***as down
This for the live n***as gettin' by, this for the live n***as in the town
Tell 'em real n***as don't die, tell 'em real n***as don't die
Tell 'em real n***as don't die, tell 'em real n***as don't—
[Outro]
(Girl, you knock me out)

[Part II: "WHITSELL STREET"]

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
The money keep callin'
It ain't over my head, I picked up the line, boy
Yeah, you my dog, so fuck all that petty shit n***as be dyin' for
Brioni fit me like a crimelord
Still my issues, though, the vibe's off
My father left and left my mom torn
Got the bible in the top drawer (Pray)
'Cause the devil comin' through the side door
Yeah, fuck an idol n***as lied towards
Don't let nobody else define yours
Only street rule is let the child cross
Let the woman live, but the n***as die
Yeah, we gotta let go of that pride or
When the eagle goes, I bet I soar high
Shine like Michael in his prime
Whenever you a prince, they hope you die
Yeah, right, brother, you know I'm fly
The judge just gave my cousin life
'Cause sellin' these birds'll get you fried
We only heard stories of Big Meech
And if n***as rat, they get Swiss cheesed up
Mama the youngest of fifteen
Full house with some big dreams
[Outro]
Good evening, one person was shot dead in his home after intruders busted in the door
Saturday evening, a woman told police her car was hit by bullets on Whitsell Street and Lincoln Apartments
That same night, police responded to Lockhart Street, where several men started shooting into a crowd
Now police are investigating a fourth shooting that happened early this morning on Lewis Street
This is an ongoing investigation
I just pray to God I make twenty-five, if I—