M.P.A.

Album: King Push - Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude (2015)
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  • I see the strongest things
    The evil that money brings
    I swear it's like a disease
    That goes round and round and round like sirens
    And they wanna bury me
    Why? Cause I'm anti everything
    I swear it's like a disease
    That goes round and round and round like sirens

    Money, pussy, alcohol
    You niggas pussy after all
    Money, pussy, alcohol
    You niggas pussy not at all
    Get in them drawers
    I had a dream I had it all
    I woke up and really had it all

    The three leading killers of you niggas
    Is the shit that's most appealing to you niggas
    Even I fell victim to it, your pride don't let you do it
    The lies will get you through it
    Money, pussy, alcohol, what a wonderful cocktail
    Fronted my first brick over oxtails and ran with it
    Dope is like a two-way street
    The addiction, both you and me, now take a seat
    Every car got a fleet, every broad get a jeep
    Every sparkle in the club that wasn't ours, we compete
    Poor minds, poor decision makers
    No reward, then what's the risk you taking?
    New bitch I been fucking might start a rap war
    Won't unveil it yet, can't tell it yet
    Defense wins games Bill Belichick
    These hoes having Google numbers, niggas better check
    Yuugh

    Money, pussy, alcohol
    You niggas pussy after all
    Money, pussy, alcohol
    You niggas pussy not at all
    Get in them drawers
    I had a dream I had it all
    I woke up and really had it all

    Shout out my bitches fucking baseball niggas
    That dress like Bamas with guaranteed contracts
    Yeah, I see your vision, sick of prison visits
    Now the Major League's where you're fishing
    You young and hot, so why not?
    The dealers is washed, the money is dry, so take your best shot
    We can't judge you 'cause we ain't hug you
    We sent you off to other hoods and let them niggas fuck you
    For real, we made you watch from afar
    Even talked down on you, tryna dim your star
    Until we seen them foreign cars pull up
    And watch them pick you up
    And then we realized we missed a diamond in the rough
    So, make us proud, make it count
    Until you learn to love 'em, make 'em spare no amount
    Make 'em dig deeper to keep ya, knowing you deserve it
    Take advantage of it when you're worth it
    Real bitches worth it

    Money, pussy, alcohol
    You niggas pussy after all
    Money, pussy, alcohol
    You niggas pussy not at all
    Get in them drawers
    I had a dream I had it all
    I woke up and really had it all

    I've been watching all you real niggas
    I done see more won't than you will niggas
    Take a swing, snatch a chain
    Lose your mind, go insane
    I'm in the club, you in the club too
    I got money, you got money too
    You think it's honey dew
    Whispering in my ear like a hunny do
    Eyeballing every bottle that we running through
    Trying to stand near, nigga damn near
    Pushing bitches out the way to Instagram here
    It's no pictures, now you in your feelings
    I'm a real dope boy, no stranger dealings
    Bruised ego, Henny-induced Debos
    Nickel bag niggas, all of a sudden Ninos
    I cancel all of you G-Moneys for G money
    I get it done for quarter ki money, for real

    Money, pussy, alcohol
    You niggas pussy after all
    Money, pussy, alcohol
    You niggas pussy not at all
    Get in them drawers
    I had a dream I had it all
    I woke up and really had it all Writer/s: Terrence Thornton, Kanye Omari West, Rakim Mayers, Terius Youngdell Nash
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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