A-Wax - 40 Dollars lyrics

A....Wax Wax Fase Yeah [Verse 1: A-Wax] When they let me out the pen they only gave me 40 dollars Read enough books in that b**h Damn near ain't need to go to college I ain't waiting on no one help I ain't banking on no tomorrow What the use complaining now When you were dealt them nosey cards Two doors, if you open one It's the devil waiting with opened arms I just caught my main b**h Stealing from me, so I broke her arms In the jail I seen a man Snitch on a man who stole an orange I just stole some b**hes heart She wants it back now, so rewardin' Hard life, lots of ups and downs It's like one great big roller coaster Turned a rap friend to a lick That's just to hold my soldiers over Talk about this c**aine Like it ain't nothing but Coca-Cola Used different methods to get it there Got different ways to control he odor Y'all remember me back when I was still pulling 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 crying about it, no second thoughts Just made it happen (made it happen) I'm always there at your beckoning call Had a plan that didn't pan Not the way that I thought it would After everything that I put 'em 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 running unless There money there I'm running toward I'm still in tune, I'm really who Those k**ers gon' come gunning for In response or unprovoked As long as we got guns and coke Ain't no one here becoming broke Like no one heres becoming pope Rap sh** 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 bill fold greatfully Would ride down to who you do My dad just not that great to me So f** that bullsh** you do fool Got my own agenda, no pretenders Need cliental not codependents I'm on the rise like all my skies Over California on a cold November Morning, mourning a loss again Homie tried and that costed them My brother about to be home again And I doubt he wants to be boss again Playing chess not playing chess[?] As far as games I'm playing less I opened up my plug to you You acting like I'm paying less Thinking more just saying less 40-K with a bayonet Got a front on four squares And I ain't tripping on paying yet Had a plan that didn't work Why didn't we go get 'em first I ain't waiting on them to come Think I'm bad? My friends are worse Find your home, run up in there Nine to your dorm put one up in there I ain't trying to go back to hell I know that cuz I don' be there (fades out)