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(Verse) Welcome to economics, let’s now discuss the numbers, The trap is more than racism, just know the cla** of incession Like there was never sum us, youngers hugging their mommas, And there is bad that they say the tool is the small investment. But with the debt and the struggling shawty working the spit in If they don’t take care of bills will be back to the strippin But she no different from the all street cats hustling Selling dreams for green, having greed and hid the convict. Face painted white with the blackest color life on the line But what you give for the a** and money The money before to get to dead presidents Like the rims in these friends in the seven this Vietnam at a glance through a better lens Lost his partner and his f**ing mind ever since. Since Dallas made nothing but since sponsored links I’m dreaming so much bigger that I stood on cover in red A red porcupine, pinch in my tent, while 95% of America controlled by 5%. Why’d you give up? I ain’t discussing land or dimension hoes You get not to mention pimps. And college is hard tuition with common sense, Tell you youngers you been failed by the government. Know the budget for you cops in all jury, In a few years won’t be no social security. People insurance ain’t a**uring, we sure like sure be the mad saying caring Aren’t providing my family a bigger house, got it gripping by a crib and mess in its account. (Hook) I’m ready for the grind, build for the hustle, All I need is time, got the mind and the muscle, G by design, I was bunked up by the struggle On every means, climb to a higher level. I’m progressing on pride, tires ripping the road, Be addicted to fame, all my sh** is in this dope Soldier carries flame and I spit from the soul Going back to the grain we’re so out of control. Make the world go round, they told me money make the world go round. What make the world go round? Welcome to economics. I’m progressing on pride, tires ripping the road, Be addicted to fame, all my sh** is in this dope Soldier carries flame and I spit from the soul Going back to the grain we’re so out of control. (Verse) Crack these arenas filling, it’s like venus my sister Either way I’m winning like the a William’s kid at wimble This life is so expensive, but you get this rare, Cause you’ll be dead waiting for a pension. I get that ringling money, that mean I’m with my siblings The ADF attitude ever since the beginning Cause I don’t go by the rules, I swear the n******g sitting We party on, we were slaves, but we were so into it like we wanna get paid. Now you say it’s money over everything? sh**, your life must be a b**h and she ain’t never came. But it’s cool, cause a heart is a house for love And for my gang my heart beat like akky cane Junior, younger fresh out of june With this aura on his smile, still sublime consumers Of c**aine, hoping that sh** don’t change For the boys come and get it on each lane till it’s bang. (Hook) I’m progressing on pride, tires ripping the road, Be addicted to fame, all my sh** is in this dope Soldier carries flame and I spit from the soul Going back to the grain we’re so out of control. What make the world go round?