Kanye told me that "Jesus Walks" in '04 But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch more Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate niggaz And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate niggaz I used to only sell 8's like that Laker nigga Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center You might miss The Game so nigga don't blink My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas' mink So go ahead and think, like Frank Lucas think Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") I get it, that Baby and Slim, Cash Money All the jewelry on your whole crew, that's my tax money That Pablo Escobar crack money That LeBron first Nike contract money That make it rain, all my niggaz throw a stack money Stack it to the ceilin' then call it Shaq money That walk in the club, straight to the back money Flavor of Love, Deelishis sittin' on my lap money That rap money, niggaz get clapped money Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money Ooooh, I'm Rich like Porter Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that water Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill' I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real? Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases Fuck a black car, you see these green faces? Look at my chest, now you seen fakers Treat my money like the Cristal that we wastin' Cause I'm a money machine, I could re-make it You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason I've been iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me to be patient, but I want Money like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent I'm tryin' to make enough money so I could feed Asia Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V. aprons Word to Martha Stewart, if I could park a Buick Then I could flip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it Ball like the nigga Tony Parker do it Speak no engles but dinero I talk it fluent Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")

I'm kickin' shit with the gang yeah Ballin' like we starrin' in an NBA game That bitch bad with the hella name Got ten P's on the coffee table That's a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I'm Lil Baby Fuck a man in the middle baby I'm pickin' buds like I'm pickin' cotton The bitch bad and she pull rank Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 P's in brown mill Then another 50 in thomasville 21 That's a good deal I'm like fuck how the feds feel I'm like fuck how 12 feel Trappin' gas like this shit legal Burnin' gas like this shit legal AR pistol yea the shit legal Got a bag of gas riding around with me just to keep a nigga company Keep the torch nigga come for me If I were you then I would fuck with me I got that shit for the dirt cheap I gave a lil nigga a dirt nap She ride a nigga like a dirt bike I seen a pound for the first time Fell In love at first sight She let me hit her on the first night I drove with the pack three days on the highway Tryin' to make it back to the destination I'mma boxing it up ship it to a secret location Forgot to water all the plants and fucked up 30k worth of weed man I'm ballin' like I'm in the league man Making movies I'm the lead man Car came from oversea man Rock a turban like a Pakistan Put cheese on your head like a packers fan I'm kickin' shit with the gang yeah We Ballin' like we starrin' in an NBA game That bitch bad with the hella name Got ten P's on the coffee table That's a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I'm Lil Baby Fuck a man in the middle baby I'm pickin' buds like I'm pickin' cotton The bitch bad and she pull rank Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 P's in brown mill Then another 50 in thomasville 21 That's a good deal I'm like fuck how the feds feel I'm like fuck how 12 feel Pickin' bud Sippin' mud Hit it once and she done fell in love Give me 20 minutes meet me at the shell The mom wet like a wishin' well It's a whole lot we don't need to clock em' What's to know keep the Glocks on us' Harvest Season I'ma keep growin' Fuck 12 I'ma keep goin' Back it up and she keep throwin' it High tech I'ma keep puring it She mad at me I ain't hit her back Bulletproof wheels back 2 back 7 gram blunts back 2 back Drop a mixtape back to back Got twins with me I'ma hit em' both at the same time Did a show and called a play at the same time We Ballin' like we starrin' in an NBA game That bitch bad with the hella name Got ten P's on the coffee table That's a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I'm Lil Baby Fuck a man in the middle baby I'm pickin' buds like I'm pickin' cotton The bitch bad and she pull rank Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 P's in brown mill Then another 50 in thomasville 21 That's a good deal I'm like fuck how the feds feel I'm like fuck how 12 feel

Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy One years old and his first words were, "Mine, mine, gimmie" Two years old he was walking, three years old walking quickly Four years old he was running round the pavements of his city Five years old and his daddy told him, "Listen here, son You gotta learn to be a man; a man he works for what he wants" Six years old and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch And when he's seven, his progression made him student number one Eight years old and he's praised for unusual grades Nine, his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, he ascends and ascends His daddy tells him, "Son, money is the means to all ends" Fourteen, solving complex mathematic equations Fifteen, IQ a hundred and fifty, still elevating Sixteen he develops complex software code That detects weaknesses in cyber security protocols Seventeen and he sells his vision, keeping a share Not yet an adult, but he's practically a millionaire Eighteen and his daddy tells him, "Now you're a man This world don't give a damn about you, so take all that you can" Nineteen he turns a profit, stocks and shares invest in product Twenty double-down deposits, 21 his income rockets 22 he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth If you manipulate the data, then a lie will sell itself 23 a life of luxury, crystal and cocaine 24 he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name 25 and his daddy tells him, "Listen here, son While you're sitting in that palace, that don't mean that you won" 26 a business shift, he switches business to arms 27 dealing nuclear and shells in Iran 28 inside the senate, money bought him a seat 29 a role of council in the president's suite And now he's 30, his daddy says "You're losing the race You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place " 31 a big maneuver for his daddy's approval Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba 32 moving grams, growing kilos to tons 33 filling warehouses with powder and guns 34 turf war with nobody to stop it Blind eye from the po-po inside of his pocket 35 he gets a call, "I'm sorry, son It's your father, had a heart attack; I'm sorry, he's gone" 36 getting pissed off, abusing his product 37 eyes glazed, disposition demonic 38 with a prostitute, a moment of passion Heating up a silver spoon and then chasing the dragon 39 getting reckless and hungry for power Daddy's words still driving him to kill and devour He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed They retaliate and leave him in a hospital ward A bullet buried in his vertebra and one in his leg The doctor sighs and says, "I don't think you'll be walking again" (Fuck) Let me tell you a story about a boy named jimmy He was 40, and he cursed the words: "Mine, mine, give me" 41 he wasn't walking, 42 not walking quickly 43 never running round the pavement of his city 44 inside a palace, with a mountain of gold But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold Lamborghini for a life, trading money for souls Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need And his example is exaggerated versions of me And it's a version of him And it's a version of she And it's a version you There's no escaping the blame The way we live is parasitic, fuck the money and fame Cut the music This isn't entertainment, this is real life The way we live is lunacy, community it declines We're hyper-polarized, we're always fighting, then we divide Truth is less important than the money that we designed? Money's an invention, politics from our invention They all come from people's ideas, did I mention? Borders an invention, law and order fuel the tension That leads to people killing each other My solution? Is everything is subject to change We could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains If we teach kids in schools to always be sheep And put themselves before the herd if there's more money for me Then there's no future I see, where the humans survive We're parasites inside a petri dish with cannibal minds Mold will grow upon a surface, then consumes till it dies And our fate could be the same Without this story to the wise 45 Jimmy comes home out of the rain Soaking wet upon a wheelchair, he's been drinking again He has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate With a 45 caliber aimed at his brain 45 a fitting number 'cause his age is the same Hears the words of his father: "You're such a damn shame" Then he presses on the trigger of a money game

Hi there Ren, it's been a little while, did you miss me? You thought you'd buried me, didn't you? Risky 'Cause I always come back, deep down, you know that Deep down, you know I'm always in the periphery Ren, aren't you pleased to see me? It's been weeks since we spoke bro, I know you need me You're the sheep, I'm the shepherd, not your place to lead me Not your place to be biting off the hand that feeds me Hi Ren, I've been taking some time to be distant I've been taking some time to be still I've been taking some time to be by myself Since my therapist told me I'm ill And I've been making some progress lately And I've learnt some new coping skills So I haven't really needed you much, man I think we need to just step back and chill Ren, you sound more insane than I do You think that those doctors are really there to guide you? You've been through this a million times Your civilian mind is so perfect at always being lied to Okay, take another pill boy Drown yourself in the sound of white noise Follow this ten-step program, rejoice All your problems will be gone! Fuckin' dumb boy Nah, mate, this time it's different, man, trust me I feel like things might be falling in place And my music's been kinda doing bits too Like I actually might do something great And when I'm gone, maybe I'll be remembered For doing something special with myself That's why I don't think that we should talk, man 'Cause when you're with me, it never seems to help You think that you can amputate me? I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we We are one, split in two that makes one, so you see You got to kill you if you wanna kill me I'm not left over dinner, I'm not scraps on the side Oh, your music is thriving? Delusional guy Where's your top ten hit? Where's your interview with Oprah? Where are your Grammies, Ren? Nowhere! Yeah but, my music's not commercial like that I never chased numbers, statistics or stats I never write hooks for the radio, they never even play me So why would I concern myself with that? But my music is really connecting And the people who find it, respect it And for me, that's enough 'cause this life's been tough So it gives me a purpose I can rest in Man, you sound so pretentious Ren, your music is so self-centred No one wants to hear another song about How much you hate yourself, trust me You should be so lucky, having me inside you to guide you Remind you to manage expectations Provide you perspective, that thing you neglected, I get it You wanna be a big deal, next Jimi Hendrix? Forget it Man, it's not like that Man it's just like that, I'm inside you, you twat No, it's not man, you're wrong, when I write, I belong Let me break the fourth wall by acknowledging this song Ren sits down, has a stroke of genius He wants to write a song that was not done previous A battle with his subconscious, Eminem did it Played on guitar, Plan B did it Man, you're not original, you criminal, rip-off artist The pinnacle of your success is stealing other people's material Ren, mate, we've heard it all before Uh, "she sells seashells on the sea shore" Fuck you, I don't need you, I don't need to hear this 'Cause I'm fine by myself, I'ma genius And I will be great, and I will make waves And I'll shake up the whole world beneath us That's right, speak your truth, your fuckin' God complex leaks out of you It's refreshing to actually hear you say it instead of downplay it "Ugh, music Is all about the creative process and if people can find Something to relate to within that, then that's just a bonus" Fuck you, I'ma fuckin' kill you, Ren Well fuckin' kill me then, let's fuckin' have you Ren I'm a do it, watch me prove it, who are you to doubt my music? 'Cause I call the shots. I choose if you die Yeah, I call the shots, and so I who choose who survives I'll tie you up in knots when I'll lock you inside News flash I was created at the dawn of creation I am temptation, I am the snake in Eden I am the reason for treason, beheading all Kings I am sin with no rhyme or reason Sun of the morning, Lucifer, antichrist Father of lies, Mestophilies Truth in a blender, deceitful pretender The banished avenger, the righteous surrender When standing in-front of my solar eclipse My name it is stitched to your lips, so, you see I won't bow to the will of a mortal, feeble and normal You wanna kill me? I'm enteral, immortal I live in every decision that catalysed chaos That causes division I live inside death, the beginning of ends I am you, you are me, I am you, Ren Hi Ren, I've been taking some time to be distant I've been taking some time to be still I've been taking some time to be by myself And I've spent half my life ill But just as sure as the tide starts turning Just as sure as the night has dawn Just as sure as rainfall soon runs dry When you stand in an eye of the storm I was made to be tested and twisted I was made to be broken and beat I was made by His hand, it's all part of His plan That I stand on my own two feet And you know me, my will is eternal And you know me, you've met me before Face to with a beast, I will rise from the east And I'll settle on the ocean floor And I go by many names also Some people know me as "hope" Some people know me as the voice that you hear When you loosen the noose on the rope And you know how I know how I know that I'll prosper? 'Cause I stand here beside you today I have stood in the flames that cremated my brain And I didn't once flinch or shake So cower at the man I've become, when I sing from the top of my lungs That I won't retire, I'll stand in your fire, inspire the weak to be strong And when I am gone, I will rise, in the music that I left behind Ferocious persistent, immortal like you, we're a coin with two different sides When I was 17 years old, I shouted out into an empty room Into a blank canvas, that I would defeat the forces of evil And for the next 10 years of my life, I suffered the consequences With autoimmunity, illness, and psychosis As I got older, I realised that there were no real winners And there were no real losers in physiological warfare But there were victims and there were students It wasn't David versus Goliath, it was a pendulum Eternally swayin' from the dark to the light And the more intensely that the light shone, the darker the shadow it cast It was never really a battle for me to win, it was an eternal dance And like a dance, the more rigid I became, the harder it got The more I cursed my clumsy footsteps, the more I struggled So I got older and I learned to relax And I learned to soften and that dance got easier It is this eternal dance that separates human beings From angels, from demons, from gods And I must not forget, we must not forget That we are human beings