Sunsets Over Inglewood

Ayy

It's always money, sex, murder, money, sex, money, murder

Tell me somethin' new about somethin' I never heard of

Got right in the circle as soon as I heard the word from 'em

Could never say my trust wasn't deserved

Fell on my face first, you learn from it

See, God don't like ugly unless it's workin'

And it's workin'

Motion begets motion, the preacher does his service

It's motivation for a small donation, just pay it forward

Stay the course

**** said it wouldn't award us nothin'

Just feign the warning

Never subscribe to they stories

Opinionated **** self-important, too inflated for me to break with

Too excited on the same shit, money, sex, murder, money, sex, money, murder

Unless the sun under assumptions, it's nothin' new

The sun set for **** that's done what they came to do

It's only ugly 'cause it's true

It's never nothin' new, uh

Just money, sex, murder, money, money, sex, murder, uh

Tell me somethin' new about somethin' I never heard of

Ayy, money, sex, murder, money, money, sex, murder

Murder, murder, money, uh

Ayy

Growing up

Shit, all I wanted to do was rap

Where I'm from, outside was a whole lotta bullshit

What I was doing was knee-deep, straight in it

You know, that's just what it was

Then I tried to figure out a way, alright

And use this bullshit I'm wrapped up in

To try to get done what I need to do

And I spit these motherfuckin' rhymes