let go

[Intro]

You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—, it's all—

You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—

(That's not money to me)

[Verse]

Don't wanna think of the bad times, they not funny to me

Don't wanna slack in the pastime, that's not money to me

I'm tryna stick to the fast life, without a budget decrease

I done took too many damn lines, I'm feeling numb in the feet

Pull you in, got to suffer defeat

So many things in my brain, no way I could keep it discreet

I wanna travel the world, but it's too many people to meet

I had enough of the beef last year, so I'm keeping it sweet

Grandma put on sun dance

Leave 'em paralyzed from the waist down, can't catch a body but a gun can

Two tabs in the ShroomTek, I done met God, He a fun man

Wеnt to school with a class clown, last time I check, he a gunman

Don't wanna talk about financе or the late bills, that's a tough topic

Life a movie and I'm finna watch it, pull up dolo, I don't need a squadron

I ain't trying to outdo no nigga, I was just trying to hit a target

Bank rolls, with the hot shit and the shoe box in the back closet

Tenth grade, I ain't say shit but at least I had Foamposites

Down bad, and I'm strapped up in my bedroom, make a brain omelette

Niggas do the bare minimum

Beat good, but the flow dog-shit, I say we should get rid of 'em

Others sayin' we should form a mosh pit, niggas don't got discipline

In the crib, trying to make a living, selling metaphors, and idioms

Wouldn't give it up for a million

Many times, could've got up in the mix, I'ma stay a civilian

Four tabs in the breakthrough, I met Jesus too, He a silly one

That's not money to me

That's not— that's not money to me

You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—, it's all—

You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—, it's all going off without you

[Outro]

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