Letras
(We're doing this for money)
Live and direct from the belly of the beast
Where we pour out Henny for deceased
Numbers don't lie, give a penny for the guy
But they won't give a penny to the streets
Mele, gun, repeat, their limits are machines
When they should've been revellin' their teens
Where privileged kids got a semi in their jeans
These kids got a semi in their jeans
Mad to believe, this is what our streets have come to
Warfare with nowhere to run to
But all this feds can't stop lovin' you, that's why I
Stay with a quick 16 on me
Nobody can take these 16's from me
Make my paper and tuck that properly
Pay my taxes and fuck those bobby's
Trust nobody
I ain't meeting no suits in lobbies
I ain't smoking no zoots with Donny
I ain't handing that man no brollies
When I rain on all of these wally's
Bare bodies
You could have a bear's body, don't dare cross me
Life of a lyricist in the times that we're living in
Gotta speak mind of the bigger things
Shine is irrelevant, the grind is imperative
Gotta put pride over millions
Stride what the vision is, never lie to the listeners
No hype on the innocent
And when the pie is a billion, slice it and divvy it
That's my life in lyrics (everyday)
Pile up figures (everyday)
Work so hard (everyday)
We're dying for a living (everyday)
For clothes and the cars (everyday)
Welcome to my city (every weekend, yeah)
Sing it loud
Word to the brother brown
Better know I'm black and I'm proud
If we're talking 'bout P's better know I'm mashing it down
Without bagging ounce
Rappers always thinking that the top looks better down
But the top looks better crowned, Kings and Queens of this shit
Mensa moves sir for reading her this
Good youtes walk amongst evil and win
Man lights up a regis on him, better squeeze one from him (brah)