Monopolizing Styles P (Ft. Bucky & Large Amount)

(Verse 1 - Styles P)
Like I’m sitting on the tear with years left ahead
Too much pain but I ain’t got a tear left to shed
I’m speakin to myself like yea, get the bread
The meat and the cheese too, the money will appease you
In case the love leaves you, nah
It’s only a meth that gets this type evil
All I know is takers and givers and fowl niggas
Ain’t no love, they just scared to throw paper around wit us
And we gotta go to heaven cuz the underground wit us
If we all don’t blow then I’d prolly die bitter
I figured the equation, everything’s amazing
You locked in the cage or stuck in the maze and
I burn your rat though, I tip my hat though
Cuz now it’s been said that the game is the devil’s last hope
I just wanna play God’s house
I’m on the streets though, still taking the hard route

(Chorus - Large Amount)
Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep