[Intro]
We're doing this for money
[Verse 1]
Live and direct from the belly of the beast
Where we pour out Henny for deceased
Numbers don't lie, give a penny for the guy
But they won't give a penny to the streets
Melee, gun, repeat, their limits are machines
When they should've been revellin' their teens
Where privileged kids got a semi in their jeans
These kids got a semi in their jeans
Mad to believe, this what our streets have come to
Warfare with nowhere to run to
But all is fair, these cunts don't love you
That's why I stay with a quick 16 on me
Nobody can take these 16's from me
Make my paper and tuck that properly
Pay my taxes and fuck those bobbies
Trust nobody
I ain't meeting no suits in lobbies
I ain't smoking no zoots with donny
I ain't handing out man no brollies
When I rain on all of these wallies
Bare bodies
You could have a bear's body, don't dare cross me
Life of a lyricist in the times that we're living in
Gotta speak mind of the bigger things
Shine is irrelevant, the grind is imperative
Gotta put pride over millions
Stride what the vision is, never lie to the listeners
Don't hype on the innocent
And when the pie is a billion, slice it and divvy it
That's my hustle
We're doing this for money
[Verse 1]
Live and direct from the belly of the beast
Where we pour out Henny for deceased
Numbers don't lie, give a penny for the guy
But they won't give a penny to the streets
Melee, gun, repeat, their limits are machines
When they should've been revellin' their teens
Where privileged kids got a semi in their jeans
These kids got a semi in their jeans
Mad to believe, this what our streets have come to
Warfare with nowhere to run to
But all is fair, these cunts don't love you
That's why I stay with a quick 16 on me
Nobody can take these 16's from me
Make my paper and tuck that properly
Pay my taxes and fuck those bobbies
Trust nobody
I ain't meeting no suits in lobbies
I ain't smoking no zoots with donny
I ain't handing out man no brollies
When I rain on all of these wallies
Bare bodies
You could have a bear's body, don't dare cross me
Life of a lyricist in the times that we're living in
Gotta speak mind of the bigger things
Shine is irrelevant, the grind is imperative
Gotta put pride over millions
Stride what the vision is, never lie to the listeners
Don't hype on the innocent
And when the pie is a billion, slice it and divvy it
That's my hustle
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