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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
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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