More Money More Problems

Lyrics

[Intro] (Green Lantern) Uh, cold Them niggas ain't with you They know, man A true story Can't make this shit up 'Cause I used to risk my life for this shit Used to play that dirty corner every day, nigga What you know about it? Huh? (Invasion) [Verse 1] I seen coke bricks (Nigga), they fairytalin', never sold shit Homicides right in my eyes, seen a soul lift (In my face) Break a whole one into nines, it's only four splits Thousand grams busted in dimes, then bought four bricks 8-balls for one twenty-five, plus we sold nicks (True shit) Told me lean the pot to the side, we doin' dope tricks Move the fork counter-clockwisе until the coke's stiff (Whip) Plugged in with thе top guys, they gettin' bows sent Plenty chickens like it's Popeyes, this ain't no jokin' (This shit ain't no joke, nigga) Every time you walk in the trap, the pot's smokin' (Word) The spot open (For real), we was hustlin', sellin' hope, and Moms hopin' we don't die before we go in (I'm good, Ma) Young nigga, I had got into it with grown men Used to tell 'em, "Long as my gun bigger, they won't win" (Word) Left us hopeless, heartbroken, outspoken Say that you deserve it, you die with your eyes open, nigga [Chorus] I had a pocket full of hope on the corner More money and my problems got stronger Countin' hundreds 'cause the twenties take longer Drug money kept my head above water Double ups to a eight then a quarter Twenty-eight on the plate, I'm takin' orders Livin' fast, but my nights gettin' longer Bein' broke bring a different type of hunger [Verse 2] The fast life come with bad things Couldn't sleep last night, wakin' up from a bad dream A good player on the bad team Nigga ran the slam route, I told him, "Take it straight up the scene" (What happened?) Got caught, now he blamin' Heem (What I do?) But he ran the wrong play, told 'em, "Go," it was plain to see (You see that?) How I'm wrong? Please explain to me (They know) We all came in this shit blind, a bundle and a rusty piece Got some close friends that's deceased May they rest in peace, but I'm still ridin' to the death of me (True shit) This street shit done got the best of me Know God blessin' me, duckin' the devil, he steady testin' me (Testin' me) I been tryin' turn my life 'round (My life 'round) Sellin' light brown, keep turnin' back because the price down Movin' dope, told 'em I'm addicted My mama told me, "Quit it," caught me a case, but it got acquitted [Chorus] I had a pocket full of hope on the corner More money and my problems got stronger Countin' hundreds 'cause the twenties take longer Drug money kept my head above water Double ups to a eight then a quarter Twenty-eight on the plate, I'm takin' orders Livin' fast, but my nights gettin' longer Bein' broke bring a different type of hunger