[Intro:]
There's so many things that I don't understand. Sometimes, being in the position I am, with no malicious intent, my nigga, you can take it how you want it. I see it from both sides, I feel a nigga pain.
[Verse 1:]
Learn to walk a tightrope,
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They puttin' liens on a nigga's things,
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family fortune is forever what you stood on,
Sold dreams, fantasies that put the hood on,
You reap what you sow, and they speakin' repossessions,
To the culture itself, these are powerful lessons.
These niggas always smiled when I came around,
They let you know my reputation when you in my town,
A real nigga, you gonna know that by the contract,
Bottom line blood, show me where them ones at.
That paper, it get funny when publishin' is involved,
Mechanicals never mattered because that was your dawg,
Now you hands-on, but things don't ever seem right,
You make a call to give your lawyer the green light,
He look into it, then hit you up with the bad news,
It's so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes,
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules,
Every dollar accounted for, double M the crew.
[Chorus:]
Death row, fast life,
Foreclosed on my past life,
The white man call us stupid niggas,
We spend it all, nothing for our children.
Had it all, now it's repossessed,
Can't feed the clique cuttin' bad checks,
Time to learn, boy, that cash rules,
Success is a precious jewel.
[Verse 2:]
Plantin' poison in a nigga mind,
Chillin' with your boys when it's time to grind,
We both come from those humble beginnings,
Still can't believe we never followed each other on Twitter.
Funny thing is the animosity money brings,
Real niggas out of style, we may be one in three,
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys,
One bullet, one target, one choice,
You can take an L or take the shell.
It's still double M, still makin' mills,
Made niggas respect my hustle on both coasts,
I put the word out to see who hit back with the lowest,
I need a hit handled, put me in touch with the closest,
You still diggin' through ashtrays, killin' the roaches,
And I never took an L back when Meek fell,
Just drove the numbers all the way back up at retail.
[Chorus:]
Death row, fast life,
Foreclosed on my past life,
The white man call us stupid niggas,
We spend it all, nothing for our children.
Had it all, now it's repossessed,
Can't feed the clique cuttin' bad checks,
Time to learn, boy, that cash rules,
Success is a precious jewel.
[Verse 3:]
Can't be writin' checks with your eyes closed
While you livin' out of homes in different time zones,
Mind blown, finna strip you out your rhinestones,
Pistol to your ear, this that level I'm on.
I apologize, woadie, but this all I got,
Everybody in this office, we could die tonight,
I never met an artist, who fully recouped,
These the deals, the deal dealers wanna deal to you.
Young niggas, time to act your wage,
Buyin' belts you seen on other niggas waists,
Hoes fuckin' for follows, they wanna post online
Whole time, shorty knowin' I'm the gold mine.
Put it on, all he needed was a co-sign,
Black minks and gloves, nigga, the whole nine,
TV on the Rolls, shit, I had to hold mine,
You'll foreclose or fold just for sole signs.
[Chorus:]
Death row, fast life,
Foreclosed on my past life,
The white man call us stupid niggas,
We spend it all, nothing for our children.
Had it all, now it's repossessed,
Can't feed the clique cuttin' bad checks,
Time to learn, boy, that cash rules,
Success is a precious jewel,
Success is a precious jewel,
Success is a precious jewel.