Dirty money

Hook

I ain’t got clean hands, shit, they stained from the climb

Dirty money in my pockets, still I pray for a sign

Everybody say they real, but they fold when it’s time

I been bleeding on these beats, now the pain turn to shine

I ain’t got clean hands, I got scars on my soul

Mama cry when she see me, says the streets took control

They want peace, I want silence, I want cash, I want goals

I want out of this hell, but this hell what I know

Verse 1

Yeah, I came up off stress and bad habits

Empty fridge, cracked lights, shared mattresses

Learned early how to lie, how to mask shit

Smile wide, stomach growl, still act lavish

I don’t trust shit, nah, not even mirrors

‘Cause the man lookin’ back got blood on his spirit

I done said some foul shit, crossed some lines

Burned bridges just to feel a little warmth for the night

Everybody want the crown, nobody want the weight

They don’t see the nights starin’ at the Glock, wide awake

I was broke, now I’m bitter, now I’m paid

Same demons, just a bigger fuckin’ cage

Hook

I ain’t got clean hands, shit, they stained from the climb

Dirty money in my pockets, still I pray for a sign

Everybody say they real, but they fold when it’s time

I been bleeding on these beats, now the pain turn to shine

I ain’t got clean hands, I got scars on my soul

Mama cry when she see me, says the streets took control

They want peace, I want silence, I want cash, I want goals

I want out of this hell, but this hell what I know

Verse 2

I been movin’ with my guard up, trust low

Heart cold, brain hot, thoughts cutthroat

They love you when you up, when you stuck, ghost

Same mouths yell “gang,” then they duck smoke

I ain’t proud of my past, but I survived it

Every bad decision taught me violence

If I’m quiet, I’m plotting, that’s science

If I’m loud, it’s ‘cause the money real loud, bitch

I don’t flex for the net, I flex for my kid

Tryna break every cycle my family lived

If I snap, it ain’t random, it’s built

Years of pressure make diamonds or make you a prick

Bridge

I been talkin’ to God with a blunt in my hand

Askin’ forgiveness while I’m makin’ these plans

I don’t know if I’m cursed or chosen, damn

All I know is I’m still fuckin’ standin’, man

Verse 3

Yeah, I seen fake love rot from the inside

Same ones switch sides when the shit dry

I keep a small circle, that’s survival

Too many snakes turn a meal to a homicide

I ain’t evil, I’m aware, big difference

I don’t smile much ‘cause I know intentions

If I eat, my people eat, that’s religion

Fuck fame, I want freedom, fuck attention

I been runnin’ from peace, I admit it

Chaos raised me, now I’m fluent in it

If I die broke or rich, just remember this shit:

I spoke my truth, I never censored the spirit

Hook / Outro

I ain’t got clean hands, but my heart still beat

Still dream big even walkin’ concrete

If I fall, I’ma fall on my feet

‘Cause I earned every scar, every loss, every streak

I ain’t got clean hands… nah

But I made somethin’ real from the pain, motherfucker.