Letras
When my Pockets was broke had dreams of getting dollars like the rocafellas
Turn the metro card to a red drop Carerra
School cool but really you learn a lot from errors
A fool wastes time thinking that he got forever
The grind was rock now it's Gwop for the acapella
Switch the plot before it was pull out the Glock endevors
5 pounds the trigger don't take lots of pressure
Live rounds you and ya niggas get popped together
Spin ya top this chopper do got no propeller
Burn you like a ghost pepper
Learn to keep my mouth close niggaz will never no my next move
It hurt they soul when they way less successful
You trash niggaz should make one group call it sesspool
Couple peers that I respect and the rest food
Win or lose play the game they ain't make it fair
You held back by ya fears they ain't think I could take it there
Now In a week I can clear what you make a year
Turned a couples crumb wit a plate with plenty to spare
Stretch the gear dance on it like Fred Astaire fresh
Dressed debonair the devil ain't never near
His arms too short to land something
You either starving or you hunting hustling or tryna scam something
You fell quick you ain't for nothing
Get money was the plan Blackman 100 miles and running
Success don't come to the comfortable
Gotta scrap ya knuckles the jungle will never comfort you
Action speak louder don't say what the fuck u gonna do
Alotta niggas got dreams that they don't see coming true
Gotta have the vision saw in my darkest hours thought I never had religion
A hard head will earn with he on a path to listen
I only came here to earn and stack massive chicken
Push a forigen and talk fly put the mash on you niggaz like Klinger and Hawkeye