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letra de 40 dollars - a-wax

a….wax
wax fase
yeah

[verse 1: a-wax]
when they let me out the pen they only gave me 40 dollars
read enough books in that b-tch
d-mn near ain’t need to go to college
i ain’t waiting on no one help
i ain’t banking on no tomorrow
what the use complaining now
when you were dealt them nosey cards
two doors, if you open one
it’s the devil waiting with opened arms
i just caught my main b-tch
stealing from me, so i broke her arms
in the jail i seen a man
snitch on a man who stole an orange
i just stole some b-tches heart
she wants it back now, so rewardin’
hard life, lots of ups and downs
it’s like one great big roller coaster
turned a rap friend to a l!ck
that’s just to hold my soldiers over
talk about this cocaine
like it ain’t nothing but coca-cola
used different methods to get it there
got different ways to control he odor
y’all remember me back when i was still pulling up in that old corolla
momma needed that operation
i didn’t have it, i sold some yola
just made it happen (made it happen)
no crying about it, no second thoughts
just made it happen (made it happen)
i’m always there at your beckoning call
had a plan that didn’t pan
not the way that i thought it would
after everything that i put ’em through
i just want my momma good
after everything what could i do
let my choice then run its course
gun right there, in my nike airs
full magazines, i run in force
i ain’t big on running unless
there money there i’m running toward
i’m still in tune, i’m really who
those k!llers gon’ come gunning for
in response or unprovoked
as long as we got guns and c0ke
ain’t no one here becoming broke
like no one heres becoming pope
rap sh-t just so fake to me
us friends must be make believe
i put that broke boy on his feet
which he turned into hate for me
count my bill fold greatfully
would ride down to who you do
my dad just not that great to me
so f-ck that bullsh-t you do fool
got my own agenda, no pretenders
need cliental not codependents
i’m on the rise like all my skies
over california on a cold november
morning, mourning a loss again
homie tried and that costed them
my brother about to be home again
and i doubt he wants to be boss again
playing chess not playing chess[?]
as far as games i’m playing less
i opened up my plug to you
you acting like i’m paying less
thinking more just saying less
40-k with a bayonet
got a front on four squares
and i ain’t tripping on paying yet
had a plan that didn’t work
why didn’t we go get ’em first
i ain’t waiting on them to come
think i’m bad? my friends are worse
find your home, run up in there
nine to your dorm put one up in there
i ain’t trying to go back to h-ll
i know that cuz i don’ be there
(fades out)

- a wax

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