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They tell me its not about the money

But thats all its ever been about

Hungry for the paper 

Its the only way to make it out

They say struggle make you stronger

But this is only making me bitter

Keeping my eyes on the prize

Steady...tryna get outta here quicker

Dreams and aspirations

But it don't  mean nothing if money aint in the picture

Am I doing it wrong?

Is there a secret, whats in the mixture?

Don't got it all figured out

But I know it don't mean a thing if money aint in the picture...

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