(Improv)
Uh so hard wit it so real
I hesitate ta make a steady glace up at a frail grill I
Ain't bein’ egotistical feel me? I just missed so many meals in order ta be this illy
Stanky drippin’ wit a perspirant of gown man
Since pops left at six months I've been my own man
But not alone man legions of soldiers willin’ ta die for what I'm spittin’
Ride for what is written know that
It ain't the black man the white man the mexican
Yo It's the money man that got us all within his hand
And ignorance keep us trapped and after that
Fear of losing our freedom got us beggin’ ta give it back
Step back! Don't knock the hustle get it how you live
Born and bred ta leave stereotypes dead
I got heart the same as any that follow it
Got my soul's key of gold and ain’t no demon gonna pocket it
Chorus
(Doctor Oscify)
(Verse untranscribed)
Chorus
Skratch Solo
(Rampage)
It’s me I’m the dollar bill you hold in your hand
Same dude that’ll swallow you rappers whole where you stand
I’m Mr. hundred grand Mr. fade away and leave
Mr. never get caught pull another one out my sleeve
If they bleed we bleed if we move they run
We on the block still here homie come get some
And go gets guns cause you gon need a lot of them shits
We gettin’ money every day homie we lottery rich
And gettin’ chips ain’t shit to the people like us
You either pay us up front or you don’t get on the bus
I’m never given enough because my life is so rough
It’s only better cause I hang around with people I trust
I love my mother fuckin’ homies I ain’t givin’ em up
And I’mma have em til the whole world turns into dust
So what everything you say you makin’ it up
And you gon stay local as fuck while we breakin’ up bucks yup
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