I made as much I almost made as much
Four million on the side as I got paid
Let myself down there should’ve made as much
Made more you either play or you get played
Why should I save a rich man’s life for free
I mean it’s that’s it isn’t it the game
Their money or your life black folks are free
As scraps of paper curling in a flame
You only need a breeze and you will fly
God makes the breeze to blow or you get burned
Friend but it’s not God’s fault if you don’t fly
What if I hadn’t hustled hadn’t learned
From wealthy men those men affirm my power
You don’t have power if no one buys your power
