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Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks My heart so cold I could put it in my cup Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast My brother got life and it turned me to the streets I been through the storm and it turned me to a G But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats [Chorus: 21 Savage] How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

[Intro: 21 Savage] I love you Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah For so many reasons Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah [Pre-Chorus: 21 Savage] How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (A lot) [Chorus: 21 Savage] How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you fuckin around with these thots? (A lot) [Verse 1: 21 Savage] Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch [Interlude] Break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down

How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (A lot) How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot (a lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you Fuckin' around with these thots? (A lot) Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich Told my brothers: Take my breath if I turn to a snitch But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch I break it down (I love you) I break it down I break it down I break it down (for so many reasons) I break it down I break it down I break it down I break it down

Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks My heart so cold I could put it in my cup Gang vers' the world, me and my dawg, it was us Then you went and wrote a statement and that really fucked me up My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast My brother got life and it turned me to the streets I been through the storm and it turned me to a G But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot (a lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you Fuckin' around with these thots? (A lot) (I break it on down) (I break it on down) Yeah I just came from the A, I drove back home Six-hour drive, six-and-a-half (I break it on down) Before I left, I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew You a stand-up nigga, I love seein' shit like that Question How many fakin' they streams? (A lot) Gettin' they plays from machines (a lot) I can see behind the smoke and mirrors, niggas ain't really big as they seem (mmm) I never say anything (nah) E'rybody got they thing (true) Some niggas make millions Other niggas make memes (mmm) I'm on a money routine I don't want smoke, I want cream I don't want no more comparisons 'cause this is a marathon And I'm aware I been playin' it back from a lack of promotions I never was one for the braggin' and boastin' I guess I was hopin' the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album You know what the outcome will be I'm battin' a thousand, it's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me Fuck it, 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me and told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got He call it a lot, I open my book and I jot Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot I picture him inside a cell, on a cot 'Flectin' on how he made it to the top Wonderin' if it was worth it or not I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga Though I never met you, I know that you special And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga Dennis Smith Jr., stay solid, my nigga I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out, I got a plan They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it Before it all ends, nigga How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot (a lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you Fuckin' around with these thots? (A lot)

[Chorus: 21 Savage] How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot) [Verse 4: 21 Savage] Take a dive, put away my pride (Away my pride) Shoot my shot, DMs, yeah, I slide (Yeah I slide) She in front, but she used to be my side (Be my side) We take selfies now, I used to in her live (In her live) Before the fame, plan B was robbin' banks (Robbin' banks) Be a married man, right now I just can't (I just can't) All the love they gave me, knew that it was fake (It was fake) Mama love me so much, either way I'm straight (Way I'm straight) I done seen so many handshakes turn to hate (Turn to hate) Seen so many BFs turn s-n-a-k (Turn a snakes) Death before dishonor tatted on my face (On my face) Way I run the check up, should've been with Chase (Been with Chase) Start at the bottom, the trenches, the gutters, so I had to go little harder (Straight up) Lights was out, the gas was off, so we had to boil up the water (Straight up) Been through some things, but I couldn't imagine my kids stuck at the border (Straight up) Flint still need water (Straight up) Niggas was innocent, couldn't get lawyers (On God)

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Stressed, depressed, heads a mess, pressure building on my conscience, can feel it in my chest, No rest, must confess I know I’m gifted and blessed but I put myself through hell and never less, Running out of options, making checker moves in a game of chess, Drink away my sorrow, all my happiness is borrowed, day to day life addictions got me in chock hold, My addiction rising, but I'm sinking deep, been asking for help, but I ain't heard a peep, No rest for the wicked, so I never sleep, cause sleep becomes eternal when I'm resting in peace, 6 feet, but that’s not for me, futures not bright when I seek, it’s bleak, It’s black when I sleep it’s nightmares and demons always sneaking on me They creep in my thoughts, ain't welcome and never leave, got me drained through the days and haunted for weeks It’s like Life is already lined up for me, nothing special coming for me, like a drip feeling sick and I know I can’t be, who I really wanna know and know I can be, This life is hands on not hands free, cause I ain't ever have shit handed to me, the left path was wrong cause the right one is where I was planning to be, I took the long way down look at the damage I've reaped

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