I'm living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.

It's like the more money we come across / the more problems we see.

Play the charts like the Beatles.

Even when I was wrong, I got my point across.

I never wish death on nobody, cause there ain't coming back from that.

The green tempts me to make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese.

I'm lonely! I'm bored!