Money, Power, Respect - Prezi, Yhung T.O.

I pray to God I don’t be a victim

Be a victim to the streets, a victim to the system

If it don’t work when you start, you gotta be consistent

The world is set for you to fail, and I don’t get the picture

In this game you take the wins with the losses, nigga, but you don’t cry about

it

Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it

Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it

Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it

Money, power, and respect, it mean a lot to me

My life a gamble, roll the dice, no Monopoly

It haunt my dreams tonight, from shit that I done seen

Don’t get mad and tell your people shit that you don’t mean

In the end, it’s gon' hurt you if you move wrong

New Glock with a 30, that bitch two-tone (Blat)

I really grew up where I’m from, I ain’t have a choice

Can’t be yellin' at no bitch, don’t want my voice hoarse (Nah)

Be evicted, fuck nah, I can’t be evicted

Got some vicious ass lawyers, they can beat the system (They vicious)

You can’t call me «Hollywood,» 'cause I’m still in them trenches (Up top)

If I’m on, we all on, this ain’t no competition

The world set for me to fail, I get it now

Catch a case, you better not tell, you gotta sit it down

I ain’t hangin' with new niggas, had to been around

I’m the king of my city, I don’t need a crown

I pray to God I don’t be a victim

Be a victim to the streets, a victim to the system

If it don’t work when you start, you gotta be consistent

The world is set for you to fail, and I don’t get the picture

In this game you take the wins with the losses, nigga, but you don’t cry about

it

Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it

Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it

Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it

I took some losses in this shit, I had to bounce back

Where the fuck you niggas was at when I was down bad?

Yeah, diamond VVS, I got my own bag

And I’ll never trust again no, no

Diamonds dancin' on my neck, hardcore

And I’ll forever talk to it, on my soul

His mama tell me that she need me, I know

And I’ma always be there for you, just know

These niggas ain’t real like they say, yay

Rollin' up this dope to the face

Patron and codeine what I drank

And I up this Glock to your face

Nigga, I ain’t in the mood, so don’t play

Up this AR and let it spray

They permanent like tats on my face

I gotta keep this Glock on my waist

I pray to God I don’t be a victim

Be a victim to the streets, a victim to the system

If it don’t work when you start, you gotta be consistent

The world is set for you to fail, and I don’t get the picture

In this game you take the wins with the losses, nigga, but you don’t cry about

it

Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it

Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it

Money, power, and respect, I’d die about it