[male
vocals] (
Chale,
listen)
Yeah,
the
streets,
they
don't
lie
I
thought
good
heart
was
the
key,
but
look
at
me
now (As3
m!)
Let's
get
it
I
was
living
honest,
walking
straight
on
the
road
Thought
if
you
love
your
neighbor,
you'd
lighten
your
load
But
the
world
is
a
cold
place,
it
don't
play
fair
I
was
seeking
for
mercy,
but
no
one
was
there
I
treated
people
kind,
I
gave
them
my
light
But
they
left
me
in
darkness,
deep
in
the
night
Now
I
see
the
patterns,
I'm
opening
eyes
Good
intentions
get
buried
in
all
of
these
lies
They
say
respect
is
earned,
but
that's
just
a
joke
In
the
city
of
gold,
if
you're
broke,
you're
a
ghost
Age
don't
matter,
nah,
look
at
the
crown
It’
s
the
bag
that
you
carry
that
holds
the
whole
town
Oh
God,
bless
the
hustle,
fill
up
the
vault
If
money
is
the
language,
then
it
ain't
my
fault
Yeah,
money
commands
the
respect
that
they
owe
Watch
the
bank
account
grow,
watch
the
fire
glow
I
was
young,
I
was
foolish,
trusting
the
grace
Now
I’
m
running
the
race,
I’
m
setting
the
pace
I
see
the
big
men,
they
don't
know
my
name
Until
they
see
the
figures,
then
they
call
out
my
fame (
Wo y3
guy!)
It's
a
bitter
pill,
swallow
it
whole
But
I
need
the
paper
to
protect
my
soul
I
don't
want
the
pity,
I
don't
want
the
talk
I
want
the
heavy
pockets
when
I'm
on
the
walk
They
say
respect
is
earned,
but
that's
just
a
joke
In
the
city
of
gold,
if
you're
broke,
you're
a
ghost
Age
don't
matter,
nah,
look
at
the
crown
It’
s
the
bag
that
you
carry
that
holds
the
whole
town
Oh
God,
bless
the
hustle,
fill
up
the
vault
If
money
is
the
language,
then
it
ain't
my
fault
Yeah,
money
commands
the
respect
that
they
owe
Watch
the
bank
account
grow,
watch
the
fire
glow (
Eiii!)
Lord,
if
the
green
is
the
key
to
the
gate
Then
grant
me
the
harvest,
don't
let
me
be
late
I’
m
grinding
for
the
future,
I’
m
breaking
the
chain
I’
m
turning
the
struggle,
I’
m
changing
the
game (As3
m!)
They
say
respect
is
earned,
but
that's
just
a
joke
In
the
city
of
gold,
if
you're
broke,
you're
a
ghost
Age
don't
matter,
nah,
look
at
the
crown
It’
s
the
bag
that
you
carry
that
holds
the
whole
town
Oh
God,
bless
the
hustle,
fill
up
the
vault
If
money
is
the
language,
then
it
ain't
my
fault
Yeah,
money
commands
the
respect
that
they
owe
Watch
the
bank
account
grow,
watch
the
fire
glow
Yeah,
money
commands
it (
Chale!)
God
bless
the
hustle,
we
coming
for
the
top
No
stopping
now,
we
don't
drop
Respect
the
money,
respect
the
grind
Yeah,
we
moving
up,
never
looking
behind (
Eiii!
Ghanaian
jama!)
Money
talk,
loud
and
clear.