Progressive II lyrics

[Verse]
Uh, time is money motherf*cker, and money matters
Automatics make em' panic like it's East Atlantic
Jordan High summer school with my n*gga Savage
Back when I was tryna' plot on f*cking skinny Jasmine
Had a couple tablets we was pitching like Santana
Times was hard we ain't have no God, but we had hammers
Don't ever put me in a box with you rap bast*rds
Came from a different struggle, n*ggas had a different hustle
Never been suburban, piled in a Suburban nickel-plated Gervin
Hope they ready for that thunder cuz' my K.P. never on safety
Fortified with that .45 so who wanna die?
Just another product of my mothers pride
Smothered in my mothers lies Christ never died for me
But I know some n*ggas that'll give they life for me
You n*ggas can stick to praisin' and my n*ggas will stick to bangin'
If I die today remember me like Curt Hennig
Perfect in every way, now let the devils pray