Thomas Who?, Jabee - Greenbay Lyrics

Penny for my thoughts million for my mind
I paid dues and got taxed for every dollar I declined
If a nigga living rich a nigga living fine
I ain't ever had shit so I cherish my peace of mind
My mom scraped pennies just to get by
I used to scrape twenties just to bag a dime
A nigga living backwards going in reverse
The first and last time I went in my momma purse
I used to dream big wanted to plot and steal
Instead, I went to college all I got was a big bill Money don't make the man but damn I'm making money
The mortgage, then the debt and tax to take it from me
Living ain't free, freedom ain't free
Get your hands out my pocket you can't Malcolm X me
But shit they burned his house, terrorized his kids
Harrassed his wife and showed up to when he lived damn

Nickle for the raps, dime in the sack, had to grind now the fiends stand in line for the pack
Went from bucket whipping pimping to reclined in the Lac
But the crime got my mind needing limes to relax
See the paper is the root to every tree sprouting leaves
Good or bad so its seems soley based on your beliefs
If you evil when you come and you live when you go
You would probably push ya mommy dogfood for the low
When I had I scholarship, I guess I needed validation
Shot a nigga half a zip before I went to graduation
Wifey knew a nigga heart was good regardless of the actions
Stuck around through all the "what's her name?"
And I don't know what happened
I was money making Thommy, catching bodies in the street
Called my son and then I heard the he ain't wanna talk to me
Feeling blessed because he never had to see me through a scree
But he almost lost his father to the cream

See I got the money on my mind, cheese head got the money on my mind
See bread gotta get that, feds say they heard on the line
Break necks when a honey looking fly, where the bank at