Money Crime ***

[Verse 1]

Cheffin' up continuous, rapper raps in my melting pot

Injuries consecutive, snappin' necks 'cause I'm felt a lot

Mix me in with the great names, weirdo ones on the shelf to rot

Bread in a box is hot when no card swaps, we were dealt the block

I'm rollin'

This emcee's chosen, your end piece open

Always cookin', look at the Ben's he's smokin'

Cement me topin'

Broken from foul disappointments since youth

Our only choice is fixed truth

Listen, my voice will hit roofs, record in a bulletproof booth

Birds in your movement soon as you pull a few coupes

Turn to snotty, your stuck-up, tight as group loose

A shotty to your deuce deuce

Back on my worst behavior, the don who raised ya

Hopin' a legend takes a shot at me, bet my response is greater

Somebody quote me, I'll be back for the trophy, beyond creative

None of them really how they making it seem, peons persuasive

Bet on your life you witnessed something this cool, freons and tanks

If I get to blackin', foul reaction

You're boring really, the crowds relaxin'

[Chorus]

Counted a nigga out, but you fucked up and got a survivor

It takes a check to go to war, let's take it dollar for dollar

We strategize with discipline, won’t break the mind of a rider

Giant in the game of little niggas, watch me fucking tower

Money, crime and sex, time to stretch on a private jet

Hundred thousand neck, hail the vets, give me my respect

Stumbling out the 'jects, headed to the top's what I expect

Put that on the set, stomp competition for rep

[Verse 2]

Here’s your overdose of reality

The ghetto made me sharp, carved my anatomy

Gem star to your writing arm, what a tragedy

Stronger I get to break from these demons

Harder they grabbin' me

Battlin' with the powers that be, bomb in a traffic free

Terrorize your rap entry, sing along with catastrophe

Niggas never been half of me, I split apart they lackin' G

Hoopties out of my fucking lane

Wanted timer designer his buckle frames

Not many can hang, maybe a couple names

Pencil me married to clarity, check my knuckle game

Bars climb through hard times, coming in clutch, my crutch is pain

Cancerous critics done tampered with it, no fucks remain

Fuck 'em all with a passion, I’m classic, CD deluxe and frame

I’m living

My flow is like a S6 with the kit in

World in my palms, two decades too long, juggling women

Got stones jumpin' in rhythm

Ice package, my wrist rocky

Spotlight in my ear, qiang hittin' like Big Papi

[Chorus]

Counted a nigga out, but you fucked up and got a survivor

It takes a check to go to war, let's take it dollar for dollar

We strategize with discipline, won’t break the mind of a rider

Giant in the game of little niggas, watch me fucking tower

Money, crime and sex, time to stretch on a private jet

Hundred thousand neck, hail the vets, give me my respect

Stumbling out the 'jects, headed to the top's what I expect

Put that on the set, stomp competition for rep