The Devoted

Ayy, folks split, and people say they miss you And all that lil' shit can turn into some bigger issues I had to get the hell up out the villa Cause I ain't tryna feel what these boys popping pills about I'm up a ticket now, had to stop from standing out And here come Uncle Sam with his motherfuckin' hand out And on my soul, shit, I just had to know If I could go and get what I was told Had to hit the road, and I ain't ever folded And though my heart's solid, it ain't getting any colder My pockets got deep, and actions got bolder And folks that used to hate, try to copy, paste the motion My language got coded, I found the truth and told it Now everybody mad, cause everybody sober Shit, I ain't make the rules, but I can sho meet the quotas Sometimes I feel like I gotta do it solo, and that's just how it go When you young and you black and getting money, that's just how it go When you young and you black and getting money, yea