(Hook): Kur
I reached the point of life where money dont mean sh**
Thought that it would ease the pain it ain't ease sh**
Was hopin it would get my broken dreams fixed
Thought I seen it all but I ain't seen sh**
If money buy happiness why we still cry
If the truth set us free why we still lie
Whats the point of tryin ya hardest to live
When it boils down to it we livin to die
Verse 1: Kur
When I was young I was ashamed of myself
I hated myself
I had thoughts of hangin myself
I was f**ed up, I was barely bathin myself
f** blamin myself
Got on my grind I had to aim for success
When I came off the step
I can't lie I wasn't anxious for s**
Was more concerned about gainin respect
Was more concerned about earnin a check
Just know I learned from the best
I learned all the steps on how to get back
I was doin sh** a man should
We survived off of tuna and them canned goods
Just know that spigot water cool wit some ice in it
We fear nothin but God and a life sentence, this is life n***a
I told God I dont like sinnin
But my stomach growlin
And when Im hungry I resolve to violence
I know I got potential I know I got the talent
"Money don't mean sh** if you ain't got the knowledge."
(Hook)
Verse 2: Santos
When I was younger I was pissed poor
I use to ask what I was livin for
My brother trapped behind them prison doors the other one was in the morgue
And all I can do is let liquor poor so I was gettin torn
And all my role models was drug dealers
Through escape my reality I use to skip school and puff dippers
And my brother played the role of my pop
But coudnt raise me up right cause he was smokin them rocks
I use to hold my punches back when I wanted to steal him
He use to f** me up so bad I wanted to k** him
But that anger turned me into a man
So I dropped outta school said f** rap Im on the block wit my goons
I rep the hood thats cause thats where I be
Where every broke n***a dream is unwrappin a key
Im just pa**in this tree thinkin how my future gon actually be
My brother k**ed my brother wonder whats gon happen to me
DAMN!!
(Hook)
Verse 3: Kur
I sit and think what if Embalming Fluid never got made
Then my Mom cigarettes would've never got laced
Then the child support money that she spent on d**
Would've went to buyin me clothes and buyin me J's
All the n***as who sold it to her was around my age
If the sh** ain't exist they wouldve never got paid
And all them flashy n***as would've been broke like me
And they can know how it feels not to never get laid
Im steady contradicting
Was thinkin should I get a pack or make a honest livin
f** it imma take this pack you know Time is tickin
And Im that n***a who grew up with out a pot to piss in
Wish yall would stop and listen
Man I do this for the times I had to eat in the dark
And I do this for the times I had to sleep in the car
And I do this for the time I had 3 pair of draws
Uh, Without them food stamps we would've starved
You heard me!