Lyrics

It's the dollar bill, verse the Dalai Lama Yeah me know how ya feel, when you ain't got a lot yeah Well alright... well alright Either you live fast, or you drive slow When tryna get cash, look out for five-0 Well alright, well alright, well alright, well alright Okay I used to work at Finish Line Stocking boxes and ramen boxes at dinner time Back in college I got on my independent grind Had some partners that opted for those of different kinds Rather see 3 to 9 than be seen in assembly line Working that belt on some Pootie Tang yeah that tippy tie yippie kye yay shit Get crucial conflict at your gig cause you smoking on hay shit Like everyday shiiiit, they say don't e'en bother coming today We can smell you a mile away feel like Hell is a mile away Feel like Harvard Yale and Cornell bout a whole other galaxy Can hardly support yourself with support for your child to pay Can't make bail the bailiff himself bout to have you on lock and key Ain't hard to say when it's not you Therefore you thought my lil grain of salt ain't no gospel Never sought to make no Apostle, only me tryna stop you Hard to sit back and watch you I hate to see what that got you I saw you weigh the dollar bill It's the dollar bill, verse the Dalai Lama Yeah me know how ya feel, when you ain't got a lot yeah Well alright... well alright Either you live fast, or you drive slow When tryna get cash, look out for five-0 Well alright, well alright, well alright, well alright Alright it's damned if do or damned if I don't huh? So I be damned if I DO not get what I want yup Beware them dudes in that crew yeah like to jump Any dude who the likes of you yeah you food if you like to stunt Better run like you Cappadonna or run to pack pack you a llama Or run the jewels ain't no running to momma nor to your honor Not a jury can rule over dude when he after commas No karma or golden rule helping you when you flashing dollars Look, I Run the Jewels like Killer Mike and El-P Cuz I kill the mic and LP and ain't shit that you telling me Don't tell me your tele tellin the truth that could set you free Let them tell it their truth is you hate the troops if you take a knee Basic training they aim is to bulletproof the police But no justice for you or me look at what they do to Kalief They favorite saying is if you hate it then leave The more you say just the more they're making us see it's the dollar bill
Writer(s): Kenneth Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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