[Refrain]
I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player
And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later
I been smokin' all day, homie, name your flavor
Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny ‘cause I'm making paper
[Verse 1:]
Shit, I'm grinding, but I ain't a skater
Flyer than an aviator
Wash my hands and dry 'em, spend a day of labor
I ain't a baker, but tell 'em I want my cake in layers
Catch me walking on water, but I ain't your savior
I got that wet on me; call me T. Boone Pickens
He drilled for water, when he find it that's what we do spittin'
(What you mean?)
What I mean is what you need you get it
Stuffing profit in they pocket; that's how we use rhythm
Webroot system, ain't no stolen, got a renewed engine
Unless you bitches paying me
Don't worry 'bout what we do pimpin'
Needle dicks acting like some preschool children
Got 'em fiendin', feed 'em
Now they OD'ing off me like how the needle did 'em
I don't ball, right? What you mean you trippin'?
And what you call life, I call that thing you livin'
Swear to God, once I started you can see you finished
Power to California governor with T2's image
Swear to God when Arnold was catching bodies on the screen
2Pac was dropping knowledge on the scene
That's not Poetic Justice, but what is is him shooting two cops
Should've bodied them, topple the machine!
We on citizens watch
For every unarmed civilian killed we taking two innocent cops
Fight the rules of politicians that fight to rule. They won't listen till we snatch their kids from their private schools
I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player
And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later
I been smokin' all day, homie, name your flavor
Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny ‘cause I'm making paper
[Verse 1:]
Shit, I'm grinding, but I ain't a skater
Flyer than an aviator
Wash my hands and dry 'em, spend a day of labor
I ain't a baker, but tell 'em I want my cake in layers
Catch me walking on water, but I ain't your savior
I got that wet on me; call me T. Boone Pickens
He drilled for water, when he find it that's what we do spittin'
(What you mean?)
What I mean is what you need you get it
Stuffing profit in they pocket; that's how we use rhythm
Webroot system, ain't no stolen, got a renewed engine
Unless you bitches paying me
Don't worry 'bout what we do pimpin'
Needle dicks acting like some preschool children
Got 'em fiendin', feed 'em
Now they OD'ing off me like how the needle did 'em
I don't ball, right? What you mean you trippin'?
And what you call life, I call that thing you livin'
Swear to God, once I started you can see you finished
Power to California governor with T2's image
Swear to God when Arnold was catching bodies on the screen
2Pac was dropping knowledge on the scene
That's not Poetic Justice, but what is is him shooting two cops
Should've bodied them, topple the machine!
We on citizens watch
For every unarmed civilian killed we taking two innocent cops
Fight the rules of politicians that fight to rule. They won't listen till we snatch their kids from their private schools
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