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Money Making Avenue

Money Making Avenue

This is a money making avenue
the attitude is, that pimps get rich
from selling prostitutes

It's for the loot
with a negative vibe to bring it through
drugs stash, in the dash
with a shinny black pistol to shoot

A youngster down to dye for the cash
but the killers around the corner, is on the same task

do the math
they coming for a kid fast
I draw the fire from my bag
when I'm feeling bad

But guess what
a G rose up
and robbed a dice game
so now I rock some rings,  with my gold chain

Same frame, they gotta come out and feel the rain
somebody last week, did the same thang

You know the rule's, I'd rather make money then go to school
to do what I want, just feels to cool

The truth is, to all the kids, don't be fooled
cause you can be killed
on the money making avenue

Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)

 

 

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