40 Dollars

A (A)...Wax (Wax)
Wax Fase (Wax Fase)
Yeah! (yeah)

When they let me out the pen, they only gave me forty dollas
Read enough books in that bitch, damn near need to go to college
I ain't waitin' on no one help, I ain't bankin' on no tomorrows
What's the use complainin' now, when you were dealt them nosey cards
Two doors, if you open one, it's the devil waitin', with opened arms
I just caught my main bitch, stealin' from me, so I broke her arms
In the jail, I seen a man snitch on a man who stole a orange
I just stole some bitch's heart, she wants it back now, so rewardin'
Hard life, lots of ups and downs, it's like one great big rollercoaster
Turned a rap friend to a lick, that's just to hold my soldiers over
Talk about this cocaine like it ain't nuttin' but Coca-Cola
Used different methods to get it there, got different ways to control the odor
Y'all remember me back when I was still pullin' up in that old Corolla
Momma needed that operation, I didn't have it, I sold some yola
Just made it happen (made it happen)
No cryin' about it, no second thoughts
Just made it happen (made it happen)
I'm always there at your beck and call
Had a plan that didn't pan, out the way that I thought it would
After everything that I put her through, I just want my momma good
After everything, what could I do?
Let my choice then run its course
Gun right there, in my Nike Airs, full magazines, I run in force
I ain't big on runnin' 'less there's money that I'm runnin' towards
I'm still in tune, I'm really who, them killers gon' come gunnin' for
In response or unprovoked
Long as we got guns an' coke
Ain't no one here becomin' broke
Like no one here's becomin' Pope
Rap shit just so fake to me
Us friends must be make believe
I put that broke boy on his feet
Which he turned into hate for me
Count my billfold gratefully
Would bow down to who you do
But they're just not that great to me
So fuck that bullshit you do fool
Got my own agenda, no pretendas
Need cliental not co-dependents
I'm on the rise like all my skies
Over California on a cold November
Mornin', mournin' a loss again
Homie tried and that costed them
My brother 'bout to be home again
I doubt he wants to be boss again
Playin' chess, not playin' chess
Far as games, I'm playin' less
I opened up my plug to you, you're actin' like I'm payin' less
Thinkin' more, just sayin' less
Bought a K with a bayonet
Got a front on four squares, and I ain't tripping on payin' yet
Had a plan that didn't work
Why don't we go get 'em first?
I ain't waitin' on them to come, think I'm bad? My friends are worse
Find your home, run up in there
Nine to your dome, put one up in there
I ain't tryin' to go back to hell, I know that 'cause I done been there