Me, Myself & My Money

I like the smoke for breakfast
Dream, think about money while I smoke
And light up slowly, very violently
While I embark on a little trip to Neptune

I asked God to send me a new pot
Because the one I have is full and I feel like filling a third one
A fourth sounds good, maybe a fifth
Even if I have to leave a couple of extinct rappers
Everything goes well, as if by instinct

Like a brush I paint letters in my mind
And I stay in this, daddy, because I'm different
I cover it in the chant, partner, even with the requinto

And I resist stopping shining
My self-esteem is not the same since I started singing
And it's not about fronting
Here it's proven with work, so let's work

When I was a child I had a dream
And even though I wanted to sing
Thanks to God that dream came true
And now I have nothing else to think about

First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money

I've had lyrical wars
Personal and neighborhood
And even supposed federal investigations

They want to sue me, they lose a couple of bucks
Damn, I hate that fucking process
But everything's fine, I'm still alive, I'm unharmed
And there are a couple of bastards who are pissed off because of that

Yes, I know you don't like to remember
Maybe because I changed and you're still the same

I know it hurts to have to endure
That I have to shine
And you can't reach

I know it hurts
That's why I come to the conclusion
That if one day I fall into the abyss, I have a mansion

When I was a child I had a dream
And even though I wanted to sing
Thanks to God that dream came true
And now I have nothing else to think about

First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money

Me, myself and my money
Me, myself and my fucking money
Me, myself and my money
Me, myself and my fucking money