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[Intro: Aasim & DJ Self] Money Pit part two Uh-uh, uh [Verse 1] Cost of livin', when you about a hundred Million dollars richer, your reign on the top got a Fiber glass ceilin', now here's a picture A million bitches in the club, how you gon' pick a Fight with some niggas? Mamí, listen You came to the spot half-naked you don't think these Niggas on a mission? I pray to God I try to try to keep my faith, but every day stress Be testin' me hard [Chorus] Uh, uh, foot heavy on the gas, can't pump my brakes at all I hope a nigga don't crash while you watch my rise and fall But I don't plan on comin' back down, I gotta have it all On the court I play the game to win, gimme the ball [Verse 2] Mama used to tuck me in, but I still had Bad dreams, the same ones over again, and my Pops is on strike, I guess it all makes sense Since he missed the first half of my life, they say "You with Diddy, nigga, how you broke like us? Almost at the end of your rope like us? No hope like us?" I'm closer to the top than the bottom So the right now ain't really a problem, it could be worse We got the first black President The one before that tried to leave us cursed So now what is the cost of livin'? Minimum wage is like a dollar fifty cent less than what niggas was gettin' I tried pitchin', when I was young I had the Same ounce of weed for the whole damn summer You gotta love it, you gotta laugh at yourself sometimes Throw up your hands and say, "Fuck it," motherfuckers [Chorus] Uh, uh, foot heavy on the gas, can't pump my brakes at all I hope a nigga don't crash while you watch my rise and fall But I don't plan on comin' back down, I gotta have it all On the court I play the game to win, gimme the ball [Verse 3] Road to the riches, real niggas ain't always real So doin' real things is kinda eh Is the rap game finished? I don't know But it sure is a lot of rappers, and not a whole lotta winners I know a lotta sinners, I'm one of 'em So I ain't gotta hide from no mirrors Can't make a ho a housewife, and can't take her to dinner Bag her, fuck her, be done with her, you dumb nigga My résumé led astray, many chicks loiter men like day Brought 'em right into the dark side Now I got a daughter, and it's ironic I'm tryin' to be the man lookin' out for her Baby mother say she my biggest fan But every month, she need another grand, fuck it This the life I chose, 'til my light dim I look at pops, and try to be the opposite of like him, y'knahmean? [Chorus] Uh, uh, foot heavy on the gas, can't pump my brakes at all I hope a nigga don't crash while you watch my rise and fall But I don't plan on comin' back down, I gotta have it all On the court I play the game to win, gimme the ball [Outro: DJ Self] Money Pit part two