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Let's whip these niggas' asses, kid (word up) Uh (Cookin Soul) What's the measures of a man? I say, "Mind and morals" Corrupted pleasures of a man, a closed mind is torture Growth is mandatory, we live and we learn You only get a turn, when kings come to term, we build You gotta go and earn The ones that stay true reap the blessings I stay close to the essence, niggas gettin' hit with arrows to the head These streets is castin', the art of war's to keep the enemy guessin' The brain is a weapon used to battle the depressions Ring the alarm, no negotiation or surrender The spoils to the winner, the spoils to the winners Stand down, we major when it come to figures And I'm only poppin' out if dollars legal tender Product, I be a vendor, package sent and delivered Get money, get out your feelings My everyday evolution titanium steel factor A master practitioner, you front and the steel catch ya Study the economics, I penetrate diameters Unlimited stamina, heights above all the amateurs My features, uh, lyrical Loch Ness creature Defeat ya, beware, 'cause I'm hungry and I'll eat ya Permit styles, permit sounds Gettin' dollars by the pound, been doin' this for years, I'm still 'round The realization of dreams, battlin' kings, feedin' the fiends No comprehendin' the war we fixin' to bring Beatin' beats like heavy bags, turnin' rhymes into heavy cash No weapon formed against the wave, we make heavy splash Tearin' rappers to shreds, we royalty, so we break bread, take cred It takes talent to make money Mus, uh Pharaoh Don Listen Mashin' on the game, swear the passion still the same All these bitches on my line, I got business on my mind Properties I gotta buy, ain't no seeds in my high, hella P all the time Woke up out the bed, then I got head Then I had steak and eggs, shorty tryna lay up I'm out the door, instead Do the knowledge and you always stay ahead The hustle don't stop, I'ma always get a check Re-up and invest, independence at its best Yeah, real playas on the set Because black folks make money, too, right? It's not ready to work When I make money, I can make a lot of money If you really care about me, just show me how to make money! Yeah, tell me, how do you make money? Feeling myself make money
Writer(s): David Garcia, Fihim Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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