[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Who dat?
Say they goin' through dat
I'm hustlin' for real, to get my cash grip, true dat
It's killing my nerves, what I deserve's
Many dollars to splurge, some people follow my words
Still I talk slur
First to get drunk 'cause I lack it all time
I'm slammin' my liquor, my young nigga's still cryin'
Hollin' 'bout, "Huh? Daddy, wuh? Son, I was stuck, daddy was
Full of that E"
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Strugglin' tryin' get your paper right
Make you wanna pull a caper, right?
You get your money but a hater might
Stop you from rollin', pull up and straight put out your scraper lights
1 million sold independently
Tech N9ne, Strange Music, did it splendidly
Didn't pretend to be, anybody else in this industry
I blended the, gangster rap rockin' with tremendous energy
But when the money comes, yeah everybody's honeybunned
Funny ones runnin' come bum from me like
"Tech, can you front me some?"
And they don't know responsibilities that you got
All of the families that I support
All of the others be causing a nigga to pop
On top of all that, when you make that shit
The IRS, spot your money and then they take that shit
You make the cake that split
Instead of honesty, I should have took that lick
Run up in the bank with strength and whoop that trick
'Cause momma really needs homecare
But without Medicaid, no better days, pay your own fare
No assistance on there
I see the bigger picture
The government is fuckin' all of us, soon as you get your paper them motherfuckers hit ya
Who dat?
Say they goin' through dat
I'm hustlin' for real, to get my cash grip, true dat
It's killing my nerves, what I deserve's
Many dollars to splurge, some people follow my words
Still I talk slur
First to get drunk 'cause I lack it all time
I'm slammin' my liquor, my young nigga's still cryin'
Hollin' 'bout, "Huh? Daddy, wuh? Son, I was stuck, daddy was
Full of that E"
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Strugglin' tryin' get your paper right
Make you wanna pull a caper, right?
You get your money but a hater might
Stop you from rollin', pull up and straight put out your scraper lights
1 million sold independently
Tech N9ne, Strange Music, did it splendidly
Didn't pretend to be, anybody else in this industry
I blended the, gangster rap rockin' with tremendous energy
But when the money comes, yeah everybody's honeybunned
Funny ones runnin' come bum from me like
"Tech, can you front me some?"
And they don't know responsibilities that you got
All of the families that I support
All of the others be causing a nigga to pop
On top of all that, when you make that shit
The IRS, spot your money and then they take that shit
You make the cake that split
Instead of honesty, I should have took that lick
Run up in the bank with strength and whoop that trick
'Cause momma really needs homecare
But without Medicaid, no better days, pay your own fare
No assistance on there
I see the bigger picture
The government is fuckin' all of us, soon as you get your paper them motherfuckers hit ya
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