Internet Money No Option
[Intro]
Know what I've been going through lately?
Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might over eat or I might not eat
Sometimes I get to buying shit I don't even need
Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
I get the imitation that all relationships are shit
[Chorus]
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Get the sale on the block on the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
Ain't no care bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
[Verse 1]
I had just finished the prison stage
But imma (?)
The system don't look at me different
When I'm on the drugs they do something (?)
(?) and they mothers
Like when is our daddy coming home
We video visit on facetime but they like 1000 miles away
Louis Vuitton got my (?)
(?) look like girls go wild
I'm a chi-raqi you know how I'm livin'
I'm on a (?) it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna feud, f..ck off anyone
All I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief of parole was a black man
Only (?) words, another nigga
You know you lied, don't mean (?) stand
I'm still tryna see what I did
Went to trial in federal court, knew I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got (?), I'll still be a bread winner
[Chorus]
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Get the sale on the block on the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
Ain't no care bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
[Verse 2]
I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
I wouldn't sit in a cell again
Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter
That I wouldn't put her through hell again
The man in the mirror look at me and (?)
You gotta get better control of your businesses
Quit being stubborn, whenever you suffer
For the people that suffer the most for your children
You don't hail from Houston, I got my ice on now
Nigga run lip, I had to (?) til' the lights go out
A bit of a circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter
People that don't even know me so how in the f..ck they controlling my future
All the people who be mad and be smiling
I know that they proud of me
Holdin' it down, roll on the beat
Everybody that doubted me
Make it out from Houston, got my ice on now
Nigga run lip, I had to (?) til' the lights go out
[Chorus]
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Get the sale on the block on the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
Ain't no care bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
[Outro]
Til the lights go out
You know sometimes I uh, I-I I get I get depressed you know
I can't move
I'm like get away from the 'gram, slide in the DM of a bitch that I used to talk with nah
Fly (?) I sold out
(?)
Til' the lights go out (Oh)
