Mvt. I

So you tryna tell me I can't pursue the kingdom and the fortune
 Already we can't afford shit
 Fuck a mortgage let's just pour shit
 See I'm 23 plus t years a slave
 With these college loans
 And ain't nothing changed the fact
 That I'm a nigga even away from home
 I'm tired of being a villain
 While you making a killing off of our shit
 I want some of my shit
 Instead of seeing my fellow niggas
 Coming at me to pop his
 Pistol nigga stop it
 We all tryna profit
 I know your eyes is on the prize
 But your aim is kinda off it
 Dollar bill, dollar dollar bill
 If my niggas don't kill me
 Then I pray the dollar will
 It's get rich or die trying
 Better have my coffin built
 Cause if I'm broke at 33
 I just might not decide to live
 Praying for the hitters
 Praying for the dealers
 Cops like can I get a witness
 But bitch it ain't no snitching
 Cause I'm tryna get us home free
 Not killed by the police
 Heaven got a ghetto
 So I'm telling all my homies
 I'll ball with ya
 So we all ball bigger
 And if you fall hard
 Imma fall hard with ya
 Man I swear I'll die for niggas
 When the gates of heaven open
 Imma fly with my niggas oh