War Of Attrition E

War of attrition. It's not a folklore nor fiction. My clip fits like your description. You're looking like material I put in my book Tonight of dope and I cook it right. Ghetto without a hood in sight. I'm me with no apology. My policy is a pile of weed. Follow me, I got a lot of more dollar Rolls. Rock a show, and then I take home A pot of gold. Messy rappers stay away from Us. Manual money counter with the paper cuts I've Been saving up. I need a gold blazer. I'm Hall of Fame and I'm blazing up. I write it then I weigh it up. Double bag. It got so heavy they took away The love I had. Troubled by being broke and Money nags. Smoke, not a fear. Get you both out of here quick as a Bunny pass. That's my money. Man, money ain't got me, homie. War of attrition. Only spenders. Yo. This is for my city. Money's a must. It gives me a rush if I'm counting my Dogs or Mississippis. Getting busy. I'm off the hook, off the books Is how I want it specifically. When she leaves, I go and get me trees. For what it's worth, your body of work should Get you kidney beans, table scraps, And chitterlings. Hit your DoorDashing, Be ready to get the shit I bring. Give me green like I see it on the Other side, hoping I would get the lovey eyes, But my mind is full of shit I've seen, And I've seen past you. I shouldn't put anything. Bright idea and a triple beam. A love story, but with a sad ending when It hits your team. When you're starving, it gets Messy. Marvin on the scene. When you leave it, make it Mr. Clean. There's no work in this. Even people with degrees-Yeah, yeah. -having a hard time getting work. War of attrition. You ride around from the Neighborhood, East Side, West Side, All you see is vacant houses. You see doctors and lawyers in this bitch. All you see is vacant houses. You see those white pieces of paper in that Window of that vacant house? That mean they was evicted. War of attrition.