ALMIGHTY DOLLAR/WHITSELL STREET

Lyrics

[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 Niggas 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 nigga track star Played on a nigga's insecurities when they called my mama crackwhore Struggles of a young Black boy, with niggas 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 Niggas still duckin' task force Niggas still duckin' task force Court case with the gag order As I see a nigga 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 niggas don't die Tell 'em real niggas don't die Dead presidents on a nigga head, how you leave your brother flatlined? Kill a nigga, never ask why That's a white man's pastime See a nigga 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 nigga twenties when he saw me, was a real nigga, looked out Think he saw somethin' in a nigga, was a fly nigga, no doubt When he had the five-point-oh, jealousy got his brains blown out I remember our last talk, he said, "Watch niggas movin' foul" I could still see the nigga smile, prayin' I don't let my niggas down This for the live niggas gettin' by, this for the live niggas in the town Tell 'em real niggas don't die, tell 'em real niggas don't die Tell 'em real niggas don't die, tell 'em real niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas lied towards Don't let nobody else define yours Only street rule is let the child cross Let the woman live, but the niggas 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 niggas 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—