Sheisty niGGaz
Kos D:
Way too many shiesty niggahz, tryna sheist man i don’t like these niggahz, check to check i oughtta fight these niggahz, bite these niggahz, fuck around right these niggahz, sleeping bout 4 clean, squeezing 25/8, meals a day down to two, first one at like 2 last one be round 2, and ain’t been talking to my brother off a video shoot, yo what the fuck this ain’t cool, ain’t what i signed up for, morale gone talking like we gon quit in a year, ain’t made a grip yet, have me reminiscing bout the 6 set, 3 left now 3 left, by now my feet wet, most of these niggahz don’t do nothing til they seeing checks but they already seen checks
Hook:
I come through like where my muthafucking money at, funny that spend time don’t get money back, run it back past years been like a hundred laps, don’t tell me that yo my niggahz is already mad x2
Reese:
Niggas gotta be lying if they denying that I’m not in my zone
Even when I pop in alone, I be popping c’mon
Plotting to blow and quick, these chicks flock to my room
Cuz the flows that I kick hit, make em hop out they clothes
We trotting along and for years been tryna carve our lane
As niggas with drive, timing don’t fit all our frames
And now the game’s evolving, days of taking these label offers is no longer upon us Been slowly pushing out these offices
For the love of the art but what that mean for us
The Clutch been grinding on the low, tryna reach these bucks
Been throwing shows on our own, tryna move this music
And put this money in our future but this fame’s elusive
Putting two and two together is harder than it seems
And watching these niggas pop when we got the same dreams is painful
Barely sitting on payroll as it is, and seeing these niggas pesos got me wildin in the crib
For real, look I don’t chill now
I’m all about these bills now, and how I can make a mill in a year when niggas still round And peep us on the come up and not just to stunt
But show these niggas they can’t get with us, off the jump my nigga
Hook:
I come through like where my muthafucking money at, funny that spend time don’t get money back, run it back past years been like a hundred laps, don’t tell me that yo my niggahz is already mad x2
Jase:
It got me fucked up with funds so low, no dough tho, no aid to help my niggas pay for promo
4 hundo up front or you can sell these motherfucking tickets
Its all on your black ass to figure how you gon’ get it
My uncle saying how about you chill up off that Black Pow’
Sell on out, soon your ass in different crowds, put you on to bigger shows, now you meeting iller hoes, forget your area code, getting high in different time zones
Sounds like the dream don’t it? Losing sleep you see me feening weighing options heavy on the mental, plugs got triple beams for him
My brain haunted, with every step I take, grand momma making all her daughters pray for him on the late night tip, some days like this
I remember fucking bucket headed hoes spending ducketts, dropping decimals
Now morale is low, dipping, spilling liquor like Geronimo
Me, Reesey Reese and Kos toking dope, perfecting rolls
Since we all we got, main and supporting cast
Niggas i used to run with, if I had to, I gave up my last
Every bounce of ass, every last drop of cash
And it took them niggas nothing to hawk me in my motherfucking back
What a time we at
Hook:
I come through like where my muthafucking money at, funny that spend time don’t get money back, run it back past years been like a hundred laps, don’t tell me that yo my niggahz is already mad x2