"Sunsets Over Inglewood" lyrics

Ayy
It's always money, sex, murder, money, sex, money, murder
Tell me some new about some I never heard of
Got right in the circle as soon as I heard the word from him
Could never say my trust wasn't deserved
Fell on my face first, you learn from me
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
Nigga said he wouldn't award us none
Just feign the warning
Never subscribe to they stories
Opinionated niggas 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 [?] it's nothin' new
Sun sets for niggas that's done with what they came to do
It's only ugly 'cause it's true
It's never none new
Uh
Just money, sex, murder, money, money, sex, murder
Uh
Tell me some new about some I never heard of
Ayy, money, sex, murder, money, money, sex, murder
Murder, murder, money, uh
Ayy

Growing up
All I wanted to do is 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
We use this bullshit I'm wrapped up in
Tried to get down what I need to do
And I speak these muh'fuckin' rhymes