Materialistic Pain

I, I’ll never try that thing again that they call love
(Ayy, pull up Lam')
I can’t even lie lately, I been caught up in my thoughts
Don’t think I’m changing on you
Tell 'em
Middle of the street, Hellcat Camaro, we racing
I remember the time when you turned your back on your dawg, I was locked in
them cages
Now I got a bag full of racks, finna call up a jet, take a trip out to Vegas
If rapping don’t work then it’s back to the trappin', the kitchen cabinet that
would pay us
All these hoes money cost clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can’t even find love
Out of all them flowers that’s gon' grow in the garden, this one blue rose in
the garden
My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid
Ayy, ayy, I smoked a pound of some weed in a day
I feel like I need another one
I caught a case for this tool on my waist
But I got out and got me another gun
She kept on tellin' lies to my face
I left when she told me another one
When I look in the mirror, can see no one realer
I sit back and hand me another one
I wanna run it way way up, we gon' stack it tall like the dinosaurs
If you see it and want it, you know you could get it
I buy the things you ain’t half afford
designer store
Drowning deep in the water, no diving board
Shining bright like a diamond she can’t afford
Every day I be grindin' to get 'em more
All these hoes money cost clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can’t even find love
Out of all them flowers that’s gon' grow in the garden, this one blue rose in
the garden
My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid
I don’t care 'bout no money, they bummy
Fuck on that ghetto lil' bitch wearing Jordans
Ayy, if I catch then I’m scoring
Let them shots out the carbon
Living life 'round the world, bitch, I’m touring
Ain’t nobody can
I done told 'em what time that she want it
A nigga run up then I’m bustin' his dome in
I don’t have a clue why she want it
I should’ve grindin', got caught up in romance
Tryna come change the climate
I wanna the potion
Call this shit perfect timing, Patek Phillipe and the Audemar, bitch,
it’s frozen
Say they looked but can’t find me, I’m on the Southside crying tears in the
ocean
All these hoes money cost clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can’t even find love
Out of all them flowers that’s gon' grow in the garden, this one blue rose in
the garden
My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid