But that don't matter I've been labeled, stigmatized, stereotyped
Most of my niggas is dead because the game is funny
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
Fools act like they striving for it hit total request live and blow it
Putting dick up in these hoes and making 'em pay fees
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
I marry my pockets, so now I chase my queen
Rule number one, never send a boy to fuck a grown ass lady
Then all them niggas got popped that's all I needed to see
No weed, no bar, no flash, no show
Every since fifteen I've been a big money fiend
It's compresses and releases and for the love of Jesus
And keep a bad yellow [unverified] with my dick on rock, uh
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
For some the dope game cool 'cause that's all that they could be
Every drug I sold was for the dirty money
It's dirty money
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
I never ask to be hustling now I watch out for feds
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
And respect the game 'cause the game is known to be gone fast baby
There's an entertainment disease worse than cancer, a venereal type
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
And bluffing is detrimental to our beautiful black southern kids
But everybody I saw balling was rolling selling Ki's
It's breaks the soul, now we forever left to pick up the pieces
'Cause niggas be talking and giving up game
Sippin' cold codeine and pulling up clean
Popping up at the spot and dropping the top
Learn how to ride dirty 'cause ain't shit for free
But I'ma pimp till the end and keep my money on mind
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
Knowing ain't a giving and nothing is, see all this candy coated
About the cheese, the green, the pills, the coke D's
No tracks to flow to, no pager, no phone
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
You can't get no house, no car
No nothing without that dirty ass M O N E Y
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
No liquor, no drug, no clique, no crew
You could get your life took at the drop of the dime
My momma taught me what the value of a dollar should be
I spit imperial type game like Digga from the Squad
Enough of this man, let's get this here straight like creases
No flavor, no zone, no fiend, no cut, no wife, no slut
I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends
I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
No name nowhere in the game to get me five
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
No class, no flow, no help, no love
In the late 80's niggas pulling up on D's
Most of my life I've been broke trying to save my bread
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
Keep a thang for the haters with the red beam
It's a never ending cycle and motion that never ceases
Now It's a long pass maybe you should try diving for it
But they act like they can't separate a real nigga from the fraud
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
