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[Hook: J. Mic] Minute after minute, Hour after hour I stay chasing money cause that money get you power It's dogs eating dogs but nigga I won't get devoured I'm killing out these cowards for that money and that power Minute after minute, Day after Day I grind my fingers to the bone For one that's here or passed away And I might not get this money exactly how my pastor say Til I make it out the bottom I don't know no faster way [Verse 1: Hollywood] Man this verse is solely for those phony homies Rapping ass jabronies someone close the casket for me I'm too busy piling bodies up from here clear to Wyoming It's just shotty rounds and body counts for nigga who oppose me And we are not the same but you won't die in vain You'll serve as an example for those bent on getting slain Just cause I'm balling on these niggas don't mean rap's a fucking game If you ain't got it you ain't got it nigga know your fucking lane My environments to blame, for extensive use of slang Vernacular evolved from them tobacco fields and sugar cane We just some money addicts but they slaves to the fame So pussy pop that pussy for a dollar and some change nigga Minute after minute [Hook: J. Mic] Minute after minute, Hour after hour I stay chasing money cause that money get you power It's dogs eating dogs but nigga I won't get devoured I'm killing out these cowards for that money and that power Minute after minute, Day after Day I grind my fingers to the bone For one that's here or passed away And I might not get this money exactly how my pastor say Til I make it out the bottom I don't know no faster way [Verse 2: Skywalker] This shit was created, solely for the hatred The ones that never face it that I'm coming for the takings And the spoils or the riches don't be Lilo and get Stitches Cause bitches hang with bitches, faggot niggas, little Richards Walkers down for killing, I'm chilling with the villains That are down to do whatever we just trying to make a million And then another million man, lord willing I'll make it out this shit and feel some unfamiliar feelings Packed up we strapped up bad hoes come lap up Usain Bolt with this rap y'all niggas can't lap us Real nigga til the death of me Good weed and a couple of freaks that the recipe, ain't it G Accumulation of loud clouds foggy as ever Make a simple motherfucker go check on the weather We make it rain only for stripper hoes And really that's based on how much liquor that I dispose [Hook]