Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means/Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen

Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen/If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change/It wasn't nuttin like the game/It's just me against the …

And fuck the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions/of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me?

And when you get stranded/And things don't go the way you planned it/Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference

People say, 'I want to get laid a lot and make lots of money.' That's not the right order.

Now, we own a publishing house that's way up in the billions of dollars and gets bigger and bigger. That's probably the only thing that makes me look like Bill…

Gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings than the fumes of charcoal.