Tomorrow

If tomorrow never dies than I'm soaring through the skies And that's word to the wise The top is reserved as I search for the prize Tryna make it in a game full of cut throats I gotta cross over the bridge But I can't see the other side 'cause the gun smoke I ain't giving up I just hope that my lungs won't As I take a deep breath I can feel the excitment I came a long way, no nigga, no hitch-hiking Looking down the road that my wrist brighten And then my life took a sudden change All I see is cash money like Lil' Wayne And I hope they understand me I wake up to a prayer like a voodoo priest Now that's a hell of a metaphor I wake up laying next to a fine bitch But tomorrow I need a better whore And everyday I meet a new faith This weed got my mind in a group race They wearing track shoes but I don't understand How I'm out running everyone in Timberlands Now it's time to blaze So I'm high off life and a ounce of haze Everybody count money but don't count the grave I count white faces, they used to count the slaves So could you blame me If the money change you then it can change me Shit, they say living rich ain't free So I gotta let the money chase me