New year new money but I'm still me
Tuh these niggas gone have to kill me
Ima help the hood out Ima eat too
Gone put some money in ya pocket Ima beat too
It's hard to change bitch I am who I am
Ain't sell dope but made a million off a gram
No cap bitch I did it with the fam
We all close but we don't fuck with uncle sam
New sound new wave new heights
Middle finger to the red and blue lights
That's that shit I don't like
Feeling trash a make you throw away yo life
I had a plan I took a risk I rolled the dice
I ate the pie I ate the fruit I ate the rice
Ain't learn yo lesson if you been through it twice
Consistency was always my greatest vice
I done shot a million shots nigga stop it
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a rocket
Rent money making a dent money
Fairgrounds, 40ft tent money
Came from nickles, dimes, lint money
Can't even count how many times I sent money
I'm in Seattle making Shawn Kemp money
Hard to complain when the rent paid
Hard to complain when yo money up
Hard to complain when yo bitch bad
Aye I still find a way
Ah Hard to complain when the rent paid fact
Hard to complain when yo money up huh
Hard to complain when yo bitch bad ha ha
I still find a way