They told me pain only shows you where you goin
You get to laugh then that shows you where you been
And when you get the cash that only shows you how to sin
like when you gettin fast money and you blow it in the wind
Where we from success, one in a million
We thought success was getting money in front the buildin'
End of the summer we was countin up the killins,
like they killed baby boy trynna run up in the buildin, now
I bruised one of her rose petals.
But it appears, like, on a clear light it could thunderstorm.