CULTURE - Monti

You ain’t gotta die for this

I got bills on deck

It’s like this

I got rolls on ma rolls

Like this

Imma choke that row

It’s like this

Tell a mama

You don’t wanna die for less

I got people left on exited

You ain’t gotta die for this

You don’t wanna die for less

Look into my eyes

When they roll up, yeah

I was busy making money

By the minute when u right

Saw me roll up, yeah

Count me in

Pay the price

When i dice in this bitch

Better call for advice

In a trice

Imma split

Cause im living for the night

Living for a life

Lookin for ways to live right, yeah

This is for the culture

For the bees and the vultures, yeah

Ass like a sculpture

Make me wanna do

Something vulgar

Coppin heavy my homie

I cop marble

Poor me all shiny

Like a marble

These streets coppin herb on repeat

The streets choppin heads of

G’s that cry purple

Make me wanna do something

I wouldn’t do

Put your vest back on

If its bulletproof

Bullets ain’t busy

If we cool to u

And i need a brand new dude

I can prove it to

This a destiny

Proven to be the best for me

Talking legacy is

Draining all of ma energy

Trynna make me into something

I will never be

Lighting candles

With faces of dead kennedys

Tell everyone im an asshole

Tell everyone im bringing my ass home

You ain’t gotta die for this

I got on pills on my deck

Like this

I got rolls on my rolls

Like this

Imma choke that row

It’s like this

Tell a mama

You don’t wanna die for less

I got people left on exited

You ain’t gotta die for this

You don’t wanna die for less

You ain’t gotta die for this

You were never part of this

Ya bitter bad blood

Wasn’t born for this

And now you telling everybody

Who your problem is

This a war u can’t stop

Tell me where the drugs at

Need a couple of beans

Im eating em all fast

Then i pass out

Where the boss at?

Bitch u call a boss

Imma pause that

Run away

Better haul ass

Wait

Where ur hall pass?

Im the boss and in all caps

Please

Watch me preach from the balcony

Nah really

This a dream

No reality

Im crashing rapidly

Money real bad for my sanity

But money real good for my vanity

Crime doesn’t pay

They be saying shit

If it didn’t ma momma wouldn’t have married it

You ain’t gotta die for this

I got on pills on my deck

Like this

I got rolls on my rolls

Like this

Imma choke that row

It’s like this

Tell a mama

You don’t wanna die for less

I got people left on exited

You ain’t gotta die for this

You don’t wanna die for less