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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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