Lyrics:
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
If the light bills due imma go on out and get that change get that change
No I don't have a lot but I dang sure got it made got it made
Do what i gotta
on the table, don't bring the bill
Got more haters but yet they still
Got empty banks that they need to fill
Got empty minds go read a book
When I empty mines
bill blue facer
Designer shoes Italian maker
Yeah mi do it big mi do it major
Always on di go mi no gazer
Money haffi mek nowadays yah
Cause mi nuh beg
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go
There's no stopping me
I'm burnin' through
accomplished something
I became something nigga
That's who I am to criticize any nigga
Oprah, Bill, Clinton, Cosby, anybody
The fat bitch singing show over, end
broke
Soul hurt
Ask for help?
Wouldn't work
Plus I didn't want to bother nobody
So I did it by myself
I was walking about 10 miles
To and from the job
a bill or two
The shit that i do gotta come wit sum proof
They think i be lyin
I really be tryin
Pour my heart out whenever im stuck in the booth
When they
a mother
And you ask her why she do it
Say she do it for the money
Plus a couple shots of this and she'll
Go do it for a hunned
She's a young girl, young
wear to town
Papa reckon the boss has got
A pair of hand-me-downs
I'll go and ask the man
In the house on the hill
Yes I will, I'll ask the man
if you hate your job, everybody say it with me
"I don't want to go to work, I don't want to pay the bills
even though these kids keep crying, I don't
here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive
her like a dime
Paying my way to make everything happen but I'm out a time
As the years go by
I feel like like I'm 30
But eyes don't lie
Cant decide if
Every bill that's n my pocket
Worth the same amount
How these niggas cashing checks
With no bank account
Woke up still here give God thanks about
Papa reckon the boss has got a pair of hand-me-downs
I'll go and ask the man in the house on the hill yes I will I'll ask the man on the hill
Maybe
the road
Time for happy hour
Singing in a sun shower
We can all get by
cnd don't ask why
Cry a river
Set your examples
Drown your liver
Now you're in
niggas, just ask niggas (go ask them niggas, man)
Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy
Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get
Head of my legion, got bars
Bill a zoot at regent, that's park
And i got tings fiending, like rah
Tryna go with a bang tryna leave my mark
And i got
ripped up jacket
and my dirty Lee's, cause the shits be saggin'
down to my knees if I let em
but not from dollar bills, but I'm about to go and get em
gon' be alright
Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit
Go to jail, she fuck
gon' be alright
Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit
Go to jail, she fuck
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
go out like the last bitch!
Heh, five-oh's on my ass main
They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name
Now I'm back on the case
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