Niggas wanna know why I'm gone, and if I'm ever coming back home. I tell ‘em “when the money right and I can say I'm on.” See currently the people know my songs but the currency is sum’n like Curren$y, blown. now I ain’t tryna jone, but this where I belong like Dom say. DMV love but I aint Wale. I aint in the go go, plus I'm from the go, so I guess, i can't tell ‘em nothing like Kanye. Yet, replace heartbreak hotel With the Drake hotel in the gold coast enclave, Bet. the cream gon rise like mom say. Shut down Vegas, Tao was the entree. Cee was out in PR, I spent his 25th birthday in the er, twisted. next day Ash was the dr. next show, Philly say the flow was like retard, gifted. Never did picture that show on Cecil B Moore Would lead to Atmos and Ubiq in stores; to animal house shirts in LA on tour. Raw fish, Rodeo, rose on pour, the life. and yet I lost sight of what was most important in the course of one flight. Tricking at the view on a Sunday, right. My grandmother died in Cleveland that night. And I was staying just cross town, but I was too busy tryna hunt Floss down. Conflict, conscience. Moms aint talking. Aunt bout lost it. Been there, nauseus. I remember three years back, pre-rap laying cuz in a coffin. Where was that? Austin. where was that? Westside. Now we at South by Southwest, blessing. Where is that? Austin. where is that? Texas.
Pause that. off it. Matter fact, next it. Passed on the past time to get up on some next shit. Last show, awesome. Not even our best shit. Shawty asked when the next time we in Texas. Told her can't call it. Wouldn't even guess it. Couldn't count on promoters, I'm just counting all my blessings. I seen em look us over so I put em on a check list. Now when they call us only question's where the checks is? Guess this what the real meaning of respect is: Tryna get they favorite song added to our set list. Kill ’em wit the bars so they see we ain’t playing. Momma told me write the vision, Make sure that I make it plain. so when I'm up in the game, I run it and never faint. Never running from a thang. Y’all lames chasing fame. Mayne, fuck aligning wit the stars. For the fortune tell a nigga you could buy him a car. Fuck a deal. They tryna gimme these weak ass cards. Tryna tell us we won't make it with just cold bars. They can't swindle me joe these mogs is frauds. I tell em, "Even still, so? Fuck the odds. My fate been sealed in the hands of God."
from The Manhattan Project
track released September 7, 2010
(C. Butler, D. Giles). Produced by The Paxtons. Recorded by The Paxtons, New York, NY. Mixed by Zacharias Wise at Depth Charge Studios, Alexandria, VA. “Money Right” samples “Can’t Tell Me Nothing Acoustic Cover” by Francis & The Lights.
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