text: Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin gun
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin gun
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin gun
  Negative shit running through my brain
  Say what you want
  I cant keep shit tame
  Dont talk to nobody
  You all the same
  Everybody say they feel your pain
  Smoking that shit dont make me sane
  Sipping that shit dont make shit change
  Im thinking about shit I cant explain
  Like what would it be like in outer space?
  Cause I cannot fight with the people I know
  Everybody thinks their shit dont stink
  Sometimes all I wanna do is write your name in a Death Note
  Now watch somebody say to me
  Okay, if you jump you will freeze
  Theyll say it again and again
  Until you die of memories
  This the type of shit I think about
  Whyll you pretend to breathe
  You counterfeit
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin gun
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin gun
  Im getting lit on this shit
  Ive been smoking blunts by the river
  You counterfeit
  Just a bitch
  Aint nothing more than a quitter
  Im bout it, bout it
  All it
  Been praying to God for a lick
  Fuck the devil
  Im fed up
  Im sick of life, watch me drip
  Ill float away through the shadows
  Aint seen some light for some days
  Ill drown myself in this darkness
  If I wake up not the same
  Cant count the bodies around me
  I think Im losing my grip
  I need to escape this matrix
  Before my sanity slips
  Im wide awake
  Why am I naked?
  I feel nothing, I hate it
  Im rolling blunts like they sacred
  Im dressed all black like Im Vader
  No contemplating, I made it
  But still, they wanted me dead
  Ill do your bitch ass a favor and put this tool in your head
  You counterfeit
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin gun
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  Street type
  Gotta get some money if I aint got none
  All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin gun