Tired of not being a millionaire.
My life been empty I’m waiting on a thresh hole
So i can complete the dream of being the best Noel
Every time I think I’m there its the next toll
And I got to pay for something that the next owes
When am I gone wake up in another world
Where am I gone pick up my other girl
My first gone need a best friend in the summer time
And a sister to talk to when the thunder scare her
How come I already know what happens
Transaction process over to rapping
Why I got vivid dreams of making my class sick
Why I’m on auto-private and love relaxing
I aint asking God to give a accident
But replace my memory with my passion
I was posed to be them and them where cash is
But I’m covered with the precious blood of him him and Catholics
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