Uncle_Dirty
Finna Ball.
2nd verse had me a bit 
I hate rich nikkas goddammit
Cause I aint never had a lot dammit
nikkas cant front on the flows you got
But every fuking verse how much dough you got
Homie, dont quit now hear my sht and tried to switch now.
Know you felt the sht just now, know you felt the sht just now
Aint it more to you? Dont it ever get boring to you?
I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
fuk it more to you, so I threw you
And it made me ashamed that I played the game
Not for more money like Damon Wayons
Wanted the respect but it came with fame
I just wanted love but it just aint the same
I took a train down memory lane
And watching little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name
Its like Sony signed Basquiat
He gave it all he got now the nikka dont paint the same.
I guess he cant complain
All the money that be raining in
Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
Thinking old school nikkas like Dana and Dane
Probably kill for another claim to fame
My brain the same, yeah nikka at least he aint insane
You aint crazy motherfuker you just afraid of change.
Thats new, maybe thats true
But listen here I got a bigger fear
Of one day that I become you.
And I become lost and I become heartless
And numb from all the Ménages
Just one bich dont feel the same no more
And Henny dont really kill the pain no more
Now Im Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
Cause I cant maintain no more.
Tad bit extreme I know.
Money cant save your soul.
But there go you
I hate rich nikkas goddammit
Cause I aint never had a lot dammit
nikkas cant front on the flows you got
But every fuking verse how much dough you got
Homie, dont quit now hear my sht and tried to switch now.
Know you felt the sht just now, know you felt the sht just now
Aint it more to you? Dont it ever get boring to you?
I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
fuk it more to you, so I threw you
And it made me ashamed that I played the game
Not for more money like Damon Wayons
Wanted the respect but it came with fame
I just wanted love but it just aint the same
I took a train down memory lane
And watching little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name
Its like Sony signed Basquiat
He gave it all he got now the nikka dont paint the same.
I guess he cant complain
All the money that be raining in
Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
Thinking old school nikkas like Dana and Dane
Probably kill for another claim to fame
My brain the same, yeah nikka at least he aint insane
You aint crazy motherfuker you just afraid of change.
Thats new, maybe thats true
But listen here I got a bigger fear
Of one day that I become you.
And I become lost and I become heartless
And numb from all the Ménages
Just one bich dont feel the same no more
And Henny dont really kill the pain no more
Now Im Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
Cause I cant maintain no more.
Tad bit extreme I know.
Money cant save your soul.
But there go you
