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Album: Pro Pain Instrumentals Durasi: 5:10

i want more money

less people that want somethin from me

more masterpieces from artists who stay hungry

more honest politicians runnin positive campaigns

more scandals exposed when i pull back the band-aid

less cris, pop, and champagne

and less young brothers on the corner enslaved to slayin cane

i want more freedom

i want more reason

i want more listenin and less speakin

i want more meanin, more leavin me speachless

believin in a word i want more or i'm leavin

i want less keepin it real when you dont know what it means

less people that steal dreams and keep it obscene

more street teams to post my face in your city

more soldiers that's ready right now to roll with me

more light on atlanta

more fame for my friends

more questions, more answers

more rain, more wind

less death, more life

less wrong, more rights

more peace, more fight

with more fire in the night

i want more for a moment and everything for a lifetime

and right now just might be the right time

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i want more critics to diss me

more cops to frisk me

more haters harborin' hard feelings against me

it's more motivation to stab rappers who face me

they more or less slept on the avenue, (who been sleep?!)

more than the fame to me

more than a game

you swore your crap was bangin

it's more of the same

more than a hangin'

nowadays, war is engrained

in brains of living corpses, a horrible thing

lord of the zombies, satan got us horned for range

rovers, reject jehova, living sorted and strange

money's addictive, more then heroin in veins

just to get rich for dough, risk goin in flames

i flow like liquid, never wrote a poem that's lame

i want more platinum records to hang

m-o-d, i'm a o-g

label tried to control me

told homie

i'ma opt out like kobe

'less you show me the dough

i want more

it's like this

i want more choices

more to say with less voices

more gas in the tank to move me where the noise is

i want more love, more strength, more power

with less over the counter sales of gunpowder

more hours in the day, more towns for me to play

more sunrays and a higher minimum wage

i want more from the music i listen to on the f.m.

less businessmen who pretend to be my bestfriend

more chances to take and more guts than glory

i want more experience to bighten up my story

more women to ignore me

want more wives than shorties

more time to appreciate those that came before me

more compassion, less promises, more action

more truth in the media so i really know what's happenin

i want less violence and more moments of silence

there's more to this life and i pray to god you find it

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