[Intro]
If you scared, play the sidewalk
Wise guy, get the cheddar, then I slide off
Hustler, get the pies off
Hit it with the remix, then I sell it for five more
Let it off like July 4th
No game, all facts
Show respect like DOOM, spell my name in all caps
Yankee ballcap
Swear to God, if I ever go broke, pull a toaster, get you all jacked, nigga
[Verse 1]
Get the money first, the hoes'll follow
You ass-backwards chasin' whores if the pocket of your jeans hollow
How you profit sniffin' all the product up your nostril?
The blind leadin' the lost, he can't guide you
This a page out the dope mover's novel
Eatin' food at LAVO
My life illegal, mambo with diablo
Two-steppin' to my heartbeat
We takin' risks for chips, keep the chrome weapon under the car seat
Like Rodney, motherfuck the sarge tryna charge me
We move incogni' like the mob, fillin' cigars with parsley
My broad bad and bossy, highly intelligent
When your bitch a rider, better cherish it, your vibe irrelevant
Rebels showin' reverence to the rhetoric
Overcame a deficit, was medicine peddlin'
The reverend told me never let the devil in
We on the road to perdition and the new plug was heaven-sent
[Chorus]
Learned from experience, I had no OGs
Gotta get a plate like Raekwon rockin' a Snow Beach
Watch your friends, every homie ain't your homie
Just get your dough and keep it on the low-key, for real
Learned from experience, I had no OGs
Gotta get a plate like Raekwon rockin' a Snow Beach
Watch your friends, every homie ain't your homie
Just get your dough and keep it on the low-key
[Verse 2]
Ayy, yo, no record contract
Just a bunch of customers and plugs in my contacts, tryna palm stacks
Survival's only meant for the fittest when firearms clap
No air combat, your own man'll sell your mom's crack
For the love of evil roots
Might say fuck it if it's feasible
We love fleeing, European vehicles
Eyes blinded by so many lies, can't see the truth
Lost niggas can't teach the youth, we tryna reach the roof
No ceilings
React off of logic, not feelings
You failed to profit, ain't the topic of your dealings
Salute the villains hundred-dollar billin'
In the lobby of your building, fuck squales, free all those in prison
[Outro]
Stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers
External blingers is all we can be
'Cause on the inside, we've been givin' nothin' to shine on
And a gig is harder to get than coke, so niggas get they grind on
'Cause the TV tells us, "Aim high, nigga, make all goals lateral"
But that takes paper that we don't have, so niggas put they souls up as collateral now
Some niggas reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em
But when a nigga goes from not doin' to doin', what can you tell 'em?
Not to be a nigga? Shit, I gots to be a nigga, that's how I pay the bills
And I'ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills
See, America makes you an opportunist
And at the same time, they institutionalize you
So the fact that niggas get these big record deals, big money, and then go to jail shouldn't surprise you
That's what lies do
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