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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Dollar
Twenty yearsTwenty years ago fir...Man I've been at this for twenty years[Verse]Twenty years ago first showI was twenty years old, time flies, I don't know where it goesPull up bumpin' Jay through the speakers of a hooptyNow it's barricades and black s.u.v'sTime flies when you're miserableFirst album was a CD now everything's digitalCan't believe I lived through everything I've been throughHouse filled with black dudes, I slept in the living roomLate night studio, rappin' in the basementMissed out on my son as a kid, didn't raise himCaught a few cases, got locked up in state penI remember Tamen was eight thenI was poor sleepin' on the floor It's depressin'I knew I wanted more, I guess it was a blessingNow I'm writing album number four in the West WingDid a bunch of tours, I can afford the best thingsI went from broke as a joke to rich as it getsI went from dead beat dad to raisin' my kidI went from hell in a cell to be able to liveI went from poor to wealth and I hate this[Chorus]Dollar and a dream it ain't always what it seemsESo be careful what you wish forDollar and a dream it ain't always what it seemsCareful what you wish for[Verse]ALife long friends that'll stab you in the backThey're the first ones that'll ask for some cashI can't even talk to my dad without his hand outEI was least likely to succeed, I'm the man nowTen cars in the pole barn I don't even driveFour wheelers, dirt bikes I don't even rideI just sit in this chair, blank stare, look outsideThat's a hell of a price to pay for this lifeMater fact you know I been to hell and back twiceAngel stuck by my side that I shoulda made my wifeBut I spend my time online lookin' at pictures of Instagram modelsThat's my addictionFly 'em out, give 'em money, this ain't freeStay up all night, lose sleepGet what I need, it's a diseaseYou ain't payin' 'em to stay, you're payin' 'em to leave, leave[Chorus 2x]Dollar and a dream it ain't always what it seemsBe careful what you wish for[Verse]All I see is unfamiliar facesDid my song "Racism" thought I wouldn't say itOn tour California called me racistBoycotted shows, tried to keep me off stagesI just keep my middle finger in the airI'm the reason that I'm here, are we clear?You're in the rearview, I can't even hear youDouble what I did in year one and year twoSo here's to never bein' satisfiedAlways feelin' sad inside, Tell me who's down to rideFeelin' like a homicideAlways gonna speak my mind, at least I tell the truthTell me why you always lie[Outro]I'm done man, I'm not good with this sad rapThat's just how I feelIt's like a dollar and a dream it ain't always what it seemsIt's like a dollar and a dream it ain't always what it seemsBe careful what you wish for
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