Don't need to wear Gucci to be fresh
Don't need a big mansion to show my success
Don't need to drive a Lambo to get back my ex
I don't need a goddamn thing
Get it trough your chest
Get it trough your chest
Get it trough your chest, Money ain't power
Woke up with my dick hard
Get conquering i'm a C-saw in this game
Cut the crap, i'm victorious: a big dogg listen to me and stop barking
I'm born with this motherf*ckin' urge to set a mic to ember
Liquified and melted never I surrender
Sleeping on my glory still winning every fight
Wake up to the morning cause I kill it every night
Don't try to fore front with some more money
Take my soul from me
Smell my power leave your nose blood
I leave with the last laugh you ask: What's so funny?
Don't need to wear Gucci to be fresh
Don't need a big mansion to show my success
Don't need to drive a Lambo to get back my ex
I don't need a goddamn thing
Get it trough your chest
Get it trough your chest
Get it trough your chest, Money ain't power
Snake slither in the grass away
Most ferocious spitter in your database
I slap your face back to days
When if wack was made you had no plays
Not even half the fame of all the acts today
No accolades could crack your safe or where you stack your paper
Throw in a lit match and say: You Lil' bitch, I f*ck you lavish ways
To many people on my nuts I never masterbate
Get it I aggravate a situation
Don't pack no weight thought that's matter of taste
I would rather just bodybag your fakeness
I leave with the last laugh you ask: What's so funny?
Don't need to wear Gucci to be fresh
Don't need a big mansion to show my success
Don't need to drive a Lambo to get back my ex
I don't need a goddamn thing
Get it trough your chest
Get it trough your chest
Get it trough your chest, Money ain't power
You flexin' up at your reflexion but who the f*ck are you?
Ask yourself the question
Defined by your fine materialistic possessions I say
F*ck money I'll burn the banks down
Murder high ranked officer right now
Stab him to the ground
You ain't enforcing shit at the moment
Police be the streetgang of the government
They loving this tool of enslavement
No voodoo no satan lets fight out this bane
Whats that up on your wrist bitch a Rolly?
Or cuff of the capitalistic system?
Listen, considered poor all my life but my hart's the richest
In my mind i see wealth you can't even envision
Ambition titanic no bragging could thaw down that iceberg
The revolution it might hurt
You gotta be ready to die for your life's work