Dirty Money

Dirty money really got a nigga lookin' clean Dreamin' bout L.A. but it ain't really what it seems Need a definition of my purpose, what's the Meaning? Where were you when I was insecure and felt defeated Got hella regrets, I really be dreadin I got friends with potential but now they all felons Takin' secrets to the grave that I never could tell you But if we didn't, find a way we finesse it Everybody think I'm perfect, think I'm mama's angel Married to the path she made, but got entangled with the demons talkin' to my mind Boy I was starvin, takin' bites out of crime Ain't get allowance, and too young to get a nine to five, nigga, uh Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin' life But I was lonely on that sixth floor First lick, split it with the gang, I'm tryna get more Started out with petty thefts, now every day we kick doors Finally got accepted by the trappers, now they hang with me Niggas met the goody-goody, noticing a change in me Goin' up and escalatin' quick, uh Don't owe any favors cause nobody gave me shit, uh Used to beg the hoes for hugs, now they f*ck me in the whip Guess that I'm legit, huh Now my fly's showin' even though I got my zips up Fumbled hella bread cause I'm tryin' to get my dick sucked Money made them niggas switch up I don't need them cause the Dirty money really got a nigga lookin' clean Dreamin' bout L.A. but it ain't really what it seems Need a definition of my purpose, what's the Meaning? Where were you when I was insecure and felt defeated Got hella regrets, I really be dreadin I got friends with potential but now they all felons Takin' secrets to the grave that I never could tell you But if we didn't, find a way we finesse it