Back when I was younger
Very ambitious but often blinded by my hunger
Some say I dream too big and my dream gon' take me under

Beneath the streets of Gary, will I make it out I wonder?
Could my obituary be the next they read? (A monster)
^!$$%s I came up with and fell victim to this dope game.

Poverty stricken so my economy is cocaine,
Ecstasy, herion, !@!@&&. Ain't no hope, mane.
Absentee fathers and dope fiend mommas got my hood turned out to the point that a ^!$$% wanna go on and get paid.

$#&@ sittin' on the bench imma go on to the next lid till I goin' in my grave.
Then I figured out I could make a living off'a making words rhyme, it was all in my mind.
Everybody in the G with their very own studio, nobody heard a flow quite like mine.

But along with the bank, got a whole lotta hate from the hood, everyday I would fight.
Momma can't sleep cause I'm way too deep in the streets, she would pray through the night.
Every rhyme that I spit, real %#@!, 'cause it's just a day in my life.

^!$$%s better keep a vest attached my !@*^s, they be vegetables, they gon' respect the flow 'til I won.

One for the money

Two for the mother$#&@in' haters get my name in the game
(I'm screamin' "$#&@ the world!")
I keep three bad (*##$es for all my ^!$$%s,

Wear your finga's if you're feelin' the same.
(I'm screamin' "$#&@ the world!")
REPEAT x 1


Playa hatas -- $#&@ 'em! (Yeah)
Record label -- $#&@ 'em! (Yeah)

Radio -- $#&@ 'em! (Yeah)
Ho, my %#@! still be bumpin'


Never change my style up for any of 'em, I'm strictly thuggin'
Lotta ^!$$%s made a name off bangin' and hustlin' but really wasn't. (Fakers)
I bill my name with no features or some expensive budget. (%#@!, yeah)

Go for mine 'cause I cosign -- can coincide with the %#@! I'm bustin'
You see more clear when your pockets start to see that reduction.
See how true your crew is, never knew they was frontin'

And I bet a ^!$$% told you that whatever you gon' do we got your back to the end
When I came up on the deal, ^!$$%s that I never knew acted blue, wanna come be my friend
Then the boy got dropped and the friendship stopped,

In a flash I was back on my own.
With a strap in my lap and a stash in the back it's a fact I was rappin' in stone.
Got back to the rap 'cause it's all that I got and the midwest streets need my voice.

I don't think another dude could to what I do so it seems like I ain't got no choice.
And the hoes gonna choose the dudes that come through, get 'em groovin' and get that %#@! moist.
^!$$%s know that I be runnin' them hoes and never lovin' them hoes

You be up under them hoes, I hear a bunch of them hoes and I'm runnin'

One for the money

Two for the mother$#&@in' haters get my name in the game
(I'm screamin' "$#&@ the world!")
I keep three bad (*##$es for all my ^!$$%s,

Wear your finga's if you're feelin' the same.
(I'm screamin' "$#&@ the world!")
REPEAT x 1


I'm G.I. thuggin'
I'm Chi-town thuggin'

I'm Detroit thuggin'
One time -- $#&@ 'em!


I'm N.Y. thuggin'
I'm Illadel thuggin'
I'm D.C. thuggin'

One time -- $#&@ 'em!

I'm Inglewood thuggin'

I'm South Central thuggin'
I'm O-town thuggin'
One time -- $#&@ 'em!


I'm ATL thuggin'
I'm Memphis, Ten thuggin'

I'm H-town thuggin'
One time -- $#&@ 'em


One for the money
Two for the mother$#&@in' haters get my name in the game
(I'm screamin' "$#&@ the world!")
I keep three bad (*##$es for all my ^!$$%s,
Wear your finga's if you're feelin' the same.

(I'm screamin' "$#&@ the world!")
REPEAT x 1

(Hahahahaha)