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almighty dollar/whitsell street - nick grant lyrics

[part i: “almighty dollar”]

[intro]
(girl, you knock me out)

[verse 1]
if you wan’ get away with murder, they gon’ probably tell you k!ll a rap star
the industry is a trapdoor
goin’ harder than some black forces
n*ggas ain’t been this fresh since the kid had the brick in the jansport
suicide if you mention my name, never ever took a rap loss
never ran from the beef, but the police turn a n*gga track star
played on a n*gga’s insecurities when they called my mama crackwh0re
struggles of a young black boy, with n*ggas steppin’ like a frat boy
wasn’t for this rap sh*t, probably be puttin’ keys in a rav4
yeah, i’m from the p’s where thе feds get you takin’ pics with the flash off
nеver had the money, never had the fame, still the one the b*tches ask for
so when i get the money and the fame, see, the hate, i’ma just attract more
stash d*ck like fab 5 freddy way back in the gap, boy
was a bugle boy, gap boy
another dies as the ‘yac pours
graduated from the streets, ain’t no lies in my raps, took the cap off
i possess what you lack, dog, savoir faire, yeah
critically acclaimed rap*lord, funny ’cause i was the one they laughed off
now they see my potential and latch on
n*ggas still duckin’ task force
n*ggas still duckin’ task force
court case with the gag order
as i see a n*gga on vlad tellin’ on himself on these platforms
ain’t no enemies in the crib, but even your friends get you backdoored (what?)
[chorus]
nothin’ ain’t right if the money ain’t right (get money)
nothin’ ain’t right if the money ain’t right
almighty dollar, it doesn’t make sense
they died for dollars, i guess it’s the trend (get money)
nothin’ ain’t right if the money ain’t right

[verse 2]
yeah, tell ’em real n*ggas don’t die
tell ’em real n*ggas don’t die
dead presidents on a n*gga head, how you leave your brother flatlined?
k!ll a n*gga, never ask why
that’s a white man’s pastime
see a n*gga like me and wanna hurt him, cracker left it in the bloodline
daddy ain’t never had nothin’, but he left mama with some black eyes
mama ain’t never had nothin’, child of the ghetto chastise
over school clothes she would buy, too embarrassed just to go back outside
inside, heart pure, cousin got life when he went to trial
b00boo gave a n*gga twenties when he saw me, was a real n*gga, looked out
think he saw somethin’ in a n*gga, was a fly n*gga, no doubt
when he had the five*point*oh, jealousy got his brains blown out
i remember our last talk, he said, “watch n*ggas movin’ foul”
i could still see the n*gga smile, prayin’ i don’t let my n*ggas down
this for the live n*ggas gettin’ by, this for the live n*ggas in the town
tell ’em real n*ggas don’t die, tell ’em real n*ggas don’t die
tell ’em real n*ggas don’t die, tell ’em real n*ggas don’t—
[outro]
(girl, you knock me out)

[part ii: “whitsell street”]

[intro]
yeah

[verse]
the money keep callin’
it ain’t over my head, i picked up the line, boy
yeah, you my dog, so f*ck all that petty sh*t n*ggas be dyin’ for
brioni fit me like a crimelord
still my issues, though, the vibe’s off
my father left and left my mom torn
got the bible in the top drawer (pray)
’cause the devil comin’ through the side door
yeah, f*ck an idol n*ggas lied towards
don’t let n0body else define yours
only street rule is let the child cross
let the woman live, but the n*ggas die
yeah, we gotta let go of that pride or
when the eagle goes, i bet i soar high
shine like michael in his prime
whenever you a prince, they hope you die
yeah, right, brother, you know i’m fly
the judge just gave my cousin life
’cause sellin’ these birds’ll get you fried
we only heard stories of big meech
and if n*ggas rat, they get swiss cheesed up
mama the youngest of fifteen
full house with some big dreams
[outro]
good evening, one person was shot dead in his home after intruders busted in the door
sat*rday evening, a woman told police her car was hit by bullets on whitsell street and lincoln apartments
that same night, police responded to lockhart street, where several men started shooting into a crowd
now police are investigating a fourth shooting that happened early this morning on lewis street
this is an ongoing investigation
i just pray to god i make twenty*five, if i—

- nick grant lyrics

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