My arms are always open
Your fears always rollin'
And they deep and you can't control it
What you want
What you want, emotion?
My arms are always open
Your fears always rollin'
And they deep and you can't control it
What you want
What you want, emotion?
I need a step out with no frustration
I need a permanent getaway vacation
They got a permanent hit-list, my nigga
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga
I could've been homeless
I thought I moved too often, just for the summer
I could've been homeless
Before I had to go, I had a course
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga
My people still try snitchin' when I finna touch the mic
That's what happens when a therapist isn't somewhere in sight
Take flight
Never lean to the left or the right
'Cause they turn the other cheek when our niggas start to die
When our women start to die
When our children start to die
I don't feel the empathy
We met this space too many times
Every summer in this city start to feel like Columbine
'Cause you gotta get yours
And I gotta get mine
One time for the paragon to the paradigm
When you underground they can only try to undermine
Use the track as a gymnasium to get into the stadium
They couldn't match my alien
I'm blowing like Uranium
One time for the
One time f-
One time f- (nigga)
One time f- (nigga)
One time f- (nigga)
One t-
(Nigga, nigga, nigga)
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga
(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga)
