Tekster:
End Of Green All About Nothing

wid no way out) Now all ah y'all niggas tough Y'all ready for violence, violence But niggas don't give ah fuck We ready to riot riot When all the smoke clears Y'all

't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done

. married to the mob, so wives throw out. game all over that's right blow out what you know about getting raise we'd done thought of life fifteen ways so blaze up the end

a fuck about what you're doing I could give a fuck about what, who that you flew Make you sick like the flu, I know how to spook you All it takes is a

did And it kills me, tryna put my all into it All those BBMs you sent Have an "R" next to it 143?s turn to OMG's - TTYL, my flights about to leave I

more of a prisoner. I mean, you know, forty people on staff, and you can't do nothing, and now creativity is impossible because all you can think about is all

bunch of green you had me trippin' but still we Maintained to stick together through the ups and downs And when I ain't have nobody else, you was around It all worked out in the end

a week So I'm gonna get a ride with a 420 Geek I says come over about 10 O'clock Cause I got to go reinvest in some green stock, shocked! Well

greens or Share my toys with the other children who are just horrid anyway Not me I drank myself as dry as a desert Still in the end there was nothing