Maria De Jesus Ayala

[Verse:]
Just put the hundred dollar bill in the coke bag
I had to cut her loose because she slow dragging
I need everything you own, you know that
Just keep working, they prefer circus over a talent show
That’s the fourth time you went to the bathroom
For that powdered nose, your album was garbage
I had to let you know, blowing dope in they ES300
H-cruise control in the carpool lane, we cut down bird houses
To build bird houses, and my catalog longer
Than any nigga that heard about me, just word of mouthing
Getting caught up in a jam, had to swerve up out it
Still making plays and niggas still worried ‘bout me
When you give up you die, that’s what Cutta told me
When you give up you die, that’s what Cutta told me
When you give up you die, that’s what Cutta told me
When you give up you die, that’s what Cutta told me
When you give up you die, that’s what Cutta told me
When you give up you die, that’s what Cutta told me
When you give up you die, that’s what Cutta told me
When you give up you die, that’s what Cutta told me
Sardine cans and saltine crackers [?] sauce
Don’t forget the government cheese
Swear to God, I’m loving this beat
It was stole back Thursdays samurais with the wordplay
And then she sent me that hurt face
Dick-matized from my first date
Don’t give me nothing fake
[?] the office space with a lot of play
Beer on tap at the studio, he was missing
On somebody offed him, and you go
To that same place when you die
Whether you come from that mansion or small apartment
And that’s why you gotta stay on defense, that’s what he meant
That money ain’t real until you need it
Man that money ain’t real until you need it, nigga
That money ain’t real until you need it, nigga
That money ain’t real until you need it, nigga
That money ain’t real until you need it, nigga