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Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5vXR3O... iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/stu... Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/music/a... Order a physical copy of the album and merchandise: junkmusic.ca Brought to you by Releafed : https://www.releafed.com/ Produced by: C-Lance Mixed by: Jamie Kuse Mastered by: Jamie Kuse Album: (Released On: June 22nd , 2017) Junk Music Inc / Stealth Bomb Records © 2017 All Rights Reserved. Junk Social Media Links: IG: https://www.instagram.com/junk_nwd/?h... FB:   / junkfanpage   Twitter: https://twitter.com/junknwd?lang=en LYRICS: HOOK: If I make a million I’ll grow a milli into billions handle all my business meanwhile taking care of la famiglia uh plus I’ll put my city on help out every single one living in a slum once upon time had nothing gotta give ya some VERSE 1 :0-:18 Tell me why, Errbody wanna wear Armani with the Louis or the Prada with the Gucci in a red Ferrari cruising and just hop into Jacuzzis with a Monica Belluci pulling models and some groupies and get shot up like the movies but, that ain’t fucking real that ain’t fucking real yea you know the deal let me show what is real uh, This is to my homie let the motherfucking hate fill up now he’s suicidal drank liquor with some pain killers feeling like a failure dangerous chilling with the yay dealers mangling his brain all the cane cut with paint thinner, ey hate feeling like he need a babe sitter can’t breath out his fucking trachea people tell me that his problem small but it’s way bigger, then they picture he ain’t ever gonna stop cuz he hate quitters I relate with him, broken and in trouble like the condom when he came in her, when he came in her, this ain’t no J springer this is way realer than some chain swinging on the same fella, if I make a million then it’s steak dinners with no A-Listers at the table cuz I never ate with them ain’t a shape shifter, I don’t change cuz I came living in the slums I know what it takes dinner plates wasn’t in our fund when a millies made I’m a break that shit into chunks err body eating no need to pray for this shit come what. err body eating no need to pray for this shit come x 4 VERSE 2 Even when I’m rich I’ll be in a rap cypher, painting over bricks illin’ with the graf writers still cop the same kicks on my Air Max 90’s I don’t give a flying shit being rich can’t buy me I will break bread though, pop gets sick is where the pay cheque goes if I’m not feeding kids when I cake then no I ain’t do it right they gone hate on me you can bank it on it rate dropping if I make profit n i don’t pay homage to the ones that put me on like Dre calling Snoop when he made Chronic stay honest, (long pause) never break promise is my motto no more 8 balling for my sorrows when the paper right if you hate your life, you will pay the price, and money make you fight like it’s Dana White, its funny how advice isn’t taken light coming from a guy where they die every day and night, give me the milli I’m a provider dope rhymer with no ghost writer everything I wrote is so fire get my own driver fuck a limo give me low riders album going diamond I’m a coal miner if i help you don’t tell me you don’t remember like an old timer with some Alzheimers if i co sign ya do it for another go find her, or go find him spread ya wealth definitely help somebody else thats the recipe.