to tha top....
ON THE WAY TO THE TOP,
SAD STORIES WILL NEVER STOP,
TEARS IN MY EYES WILL NEVER DROP,
GOTTA LOT TO LIVE FOR, GOTTA HAVE A LOT,
MONEY IS MY MOTIVATON, SO IMMA HAVE A WRACK.
MONEY WANT ME ME, IMMA MAKE THE STACKS.
BACK AND FORTH, PERFORMIN WHILE HANDS CLAP,
ON THE STAGE OF MY LIFE, ACTIN URRYNIGHT,
FAKE IT TILL U MAKE IT, WELL IMMA 1000 STACKS HIGH,
SMOKING THE BEST GREEN, STOP STRESSES IN MY LYFE,
BROADS DO U DIRTY, MARY ALWAYS TREATS ME RIGHT.
NEVER NEW DRAMA, TILL I MET MY BABY MOMMA.
WAT GOES ON IN THE DARK, WE ARE FACED WITH KHARMA.
MY NAME HAS BEEN STAIN, I CHANGED TO HONOR.
PRAISE TO THE MOST HIGH, OUR HEAVENLY FATHER.
WHERE WITHOUT HIM WE’LL ALL BE LOST, STOP LIVING LIKE U PRICELESS,
YOUR LIFE WAS SAVE AT A COST.
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