Twenty Five

[Chorus: Kam De La]
I got money on my mind
I got pain deep in my soul
I ain't got no fucking time
To be spendin' on these hoe-oe-oe-oe-oes
Pray that I see twenty five
Cause you know these streets is go-oe-oe-oe-old
Still ain't got no fucking time
I'm just out here chasin' do-oe-oe-oe-ough
I got money on my (Yeah)
I got money on my mind

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
And every night I talk to god, but he don't answer back
N' when I ask him why he brought my cousin' cancer back
Ain't feelin' that becasue I went to church, like I promised
And when they pass that basket 'round I emptied all my pockets
Stop selling these hoes dreams and started being honest
Cause' fuck it, if she wan' fuck me then we gon' fuck regardless
And if we got it and we want it then we run out in da' hood
My nigga' Chucky gotta tommy like the rug rats in da' hood
'Member we were just young and dumb doin' hella dirt, sippin' syrup no butters worth, sinnin' doin the devils work
Only jesus can Shuttlesworth
Cause ballin' was the only option
Gotta get this paper up
Cops come, hands up
Cause we know what they think of us
Lebron wouldn't have made it if he never went to practice
And ended up dead after tradin' shots over baskets
Bastards of the new school, fire in my eye, I got dollars on my dome, I got money on my mind

[Chorus: Kam De La]
I got money on my mind
I got pain deep in my soul
I ain't got no fucking time
To be spendin' on these hoe-oe-oe-oe-oes
Pray that I see twenty five
Cause you know these streets is go-oe-oe-oe-old
Still ain't got no fucking time
I'm just out here chasin' do-oe-oe-oe-ough
I got money on my (Yeah)
I got money on my mind

[Verse 2: Mir fontane]
From that city round' the water where they ride around with they' ratchets out
They hit the stall, drop the rock in the water like Patrick's house
My teacher told me imma' die before I make it out
I said we dead already bitch watchu' talkin' 'bout, Ah
Still, Lester copped a lambo with bullet proof parts
So a nigga's out here tryina' kill me, I got suicide thoughts
They say money don't buy happiness, in that I am sure but still
I never met a nigga that's happy to be poor
But fuck that, it's way more than the fame, it's more than the cheddar
I'm tryina' make it to the point where I am the best ever
To the point where we can fist fight if you think 2Pac's better
My metaphor's like two barettas I'll take out two Brock Lesnars, I'm that nice
I'm educated but the niggas round me cry stupid
So talk crazy, get sprayed like civil rights movements
I'm on the rise, these niggas they' tellin' lies
I'll make it in due time
Just gotta make it to twenty five my nigguh'

[Chorus: Kam De La]
I got money on my mind
I got pain deep in my soul
I ain't got no fucking time
To be spendin' on these hoe-oe-oe-oe-oes
Pray that I see twenty five
Cause you know these streets is go-oe-oe-oe-old
Still ain't got no fucking time
I'm just out here chasin' do-oe-oe-oe-ough
I got money on my (Yeah)
I got money on my mind