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[Intro] The reason why black people are so addicted to materialism is, we use materialism to vicariously add wealth to ourselves In other words, I don't think much of me. I ain't nobody. But if I put these Air Jordans on, I will be If I buy this house in a white suburb, I will be. You understand? If I get this white woman, I will be If I get this Louis Vuitton bag, I will be. So, we use wealth to replace self-worth [Verse 1] 'Kay, some may think I'm insane. Just a sprinkle of brain I'm on the brink of a change. Clearly the underdog, but the dude is winning I'm onto new beginnings. Race and just choose your engine And living confused with sinning I done got some problems. Trying to save this Gotham Niggas robbing and killing, but it's up to me to stop them But it drives me insane. Niggas grimy and slimy So find me a change. I'd rather buy me a Range But I've been removed from popping tags. I'd rather cop a Jag Damn, can't stop the swag. Open gates, lock 'em back Got us all in prison. Income from writtens Flow is so persistent, but the fame got me tripping I done moved past the shoes, bags, the waves and do' rags Your wave is due past. It's over, was too dragged Never on a newcast in cars that move fast Save up, don't lose cash to working for two sacks [Hook] 'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar Never been fronting. All come from nothing Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting 'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar Never been fronting. All come from nothing Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting [Verse 2] I dreamed of earning mega millions, least a hundred or two Penthouse apartment with just a wonderful view Cameras flashing, paparazzi always front of the news Gold chains and lots of Jordans, I'll have bundles to choose I want diamonds and watches and straight shining on carpet And my Bugatti, I park it. Issey Miyake my closet And this money that I'm making, I'm gon' show it off Odd are, couple years, I'm gon' blow it all Can't resist the urge to spend. My problems are worsening I'm going to church to sin. Please close the curtaining Your whole life's been open, explain the pipe you're smoking Plus, like the pills you're popping, the way to deal has got 'em Straight up going insane. It ain't flowing the same It seems like y'all start to change with the hoes and the fame 'Cause a nigga got some dollars, gotta change up my homies Straight become a new person, while forgetting the old me [Hook] 'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar Never been fronting. All come from nothing Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting 'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar Never been fronting. All come from nothing Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting [Verse 3] Fuck family, fuck friends. All I want is designer Fuck a peace of mind and conscience with my leather recliner Fuck attention and a Grammy, all I want is the dollars Fuck being a role model, all I want is the sponsors Sad that I sold my soul for money, the hoes and gold I'm stressed and blowing dope because the Holy Ghost Made the wrong decision, like the longest living But got the strongest vision, clouded by thongs on women But I know all these vices. Gotta stay enlightened With the fame, I won't change. I'mma beat it, I'mma fight it Blowing up the first year, talking 'bout the birth year Becoming what I hate, a false prophet, that's my worst fear [Hook] 'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar Never been fronting. All come from nothing Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting 'Cause we all about the guala. Trying to get the dollars Designer clothes, lot of hoes, Gucci collar Never been fronting. All come from nothing Getting them checks, you expect I'm stunting [Outro] Nigga, you just wait 'til I come up, nigga Y'all- Y'all think I'm playing, like it's a joke or something? When you see me come around in that Bentley truck and I'm fucking shit up You're gonna want to ride with me When you see me step out the car, huh, but let's see how I could run this Huh, $500 on my ass Huh, 700 on my feet Uh, these niggas is cheap I'm talking V.V.S. down to the motherfucking toe I'm talking 'bout motherfucking 6 karat for the pinky ring, nigga