It was me and my crew, what it do 
Shawty pulled up, and sucked two 
Now we goin shoppin, it’s nothin to do 
I got me some Rick Owens, she got her some trues 
And the money keep comin in; when you gettin it like this you don’t wanna share your dividends 
And the money keep comin in; i remember being broke now i don’t want my riches to end

money keep comin in ft @03osc prod.prblm

Lyrics:

Disconnect, from the Internet, they want respect. But they don’t enter that, place of checked, self power inside. Face the wrecked, pain, it shower like a sin tide. Been riding the thing and it maintain. Gain train of thought by brought then caught learning. Yearning, to stop this burning. Earning, from some might to right turning. Growing, flowing, like the ocean, motion. Slow, yo, let it be, set it free. Disconnect, from the Internet, they want respect, but they don’t enter that.

Why I’ve been on a sky dive, in the past. My strive, is to have thy drive, that’ll last. Battle cast the storm and form emptiness. Plenty this is, many guess we just not goods. Got should’s that I didn’t ever do. Ridding of a better crew, for more fame, you’re lame? Kidding you, our growth is an oath that we take, we make accidental. I’m a dawg creeping thru the fog, let me out the kennel. Peeping through the smoggy scene, I mean, ya gotta let me roam. I been through a lotta shit, it hurt but spurt my dome. Taught and brought lessons, blessings in disguise man. The prize can be much more than punishment, such for. Replenishment of do not, who got the message in the end. Sent like expressage, bent on deliver, the giver, a friend. I like to be, my mic on E, I struggle to juggle the bars. Counting Stars, downing ours, be the snobby, for the hobby. I lobby no copy, sloppy nah, I again bring. My own thing, I sing, with neglect come disconnect. Collect your ego, we know we need a check. Need a wreck to learn from it, earn from it, burn from dumb shit. We all have, y’all navigate n hate like you ain’t. You ain’t a saint, you get checked, from this shit I disconnect.

Disconnect, from the Internet, they want respect. But they don’t enter that, place of checked, self power inside. Face the wrecked, pain, it shower like a sin tide. Been riding the thing and it maintain. Gain train of thought by brought then caught learning. Yearning, to stop this burning. Earning, from some might to right turning. Growing, flowing, like the ocean, motion. Slow, yo, let it be, set it free. Disconnect, from the Internet, they want respect, but they don’t enter that.

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