Letras
Yeah, Big Rube, DJ Holiday
We gon' show y'all niggas what time it is
We gon' show y'all niggas how it really is
Yeah, check this shit
These niggas think they rich 'cause they
Got millions, that ain't nothin' though
Them folks'll take your bread, you won't
Do shit 'cause it's been done before
Back in the days, niggas had slaves, they was paid, true
'Til Congress made them laws that made them rich niggas slaves too
The fortune that I got can't be took, no dead crackers on it
I give it away in bales, I can't go broke, let's see if y'all want it
I'm givin' it to you now, but do you recognize the value of it?
More than paper, more than gold and diamonds, this is miles above it
Your money buy nice things and you love it 'cause you trained to
But knowledge reign supreme and wisdom gained will make you reign too
You say you doin' dirt, but can you farm, fish, and hunt, nigga?
The stores closed, you starvin'
But I'm full, smokin', drankin' liquor
I'm givin' you somethin' rare, the truth
Is priceless, but you refuse to see it
A king don't have to say that he's a king, he just has to be it
Always teachin' stupid shit, of course these hoes ain't loyal
But queens need kings, but you can't get one 'cause you ain't royal
Don't respect yourself, of course you
Don't know how to treat your brother
The way you greet females you meet
Somebody else gon' greet your mother
Niggas say they hustlers, but don't know what real hustlin' 'bout
Glorifyin' killin', robbin', trappin', that's the sucker route
I slept on floors to do this music, a lot of y'all wasn't even born
Now you all grown up, but I can see that
Y'all ain't really doin' no growin'
Actin' like you're special, talkin' 'bout what the world owe you
Not a damn thing, don't believe it? Watch the world show you
God Bless the Mixtape
Peace