"Gawvi Get 'em."
Here we go again in circles, I think I heard it all
We been here before, But we need something more
Something more, Something more
what you say? I can't hear 'cause you ain't talking 'bout nuthin'
ain't talking 'bout nuthin' (x8)
What you talking 'bout?
They be talking 'bout the same 'ol thang, I'mma have to call a foul in the game
What you talkin' bout?, A little money now you all OG
talking 'bout it's all eyes on me?, They ain't talking 'bout nuthin'
Uh, Lemme guess
you countin' money to the ceilin'(money to the ceilin')
difference 'tween us like at least a couple million
It's foreign cars, pretty girls every where you go
Yea, I heard it 30 times on the radio
Louboutin ain't gone pay you for that braggin'
and Donatalla probably never heard yo' album
Yea they probably 'bout to label me a hater
but I know these people greater than the songs they creatin'
It's lil homies in the hood regurgitatin'
And everybody watching thinkin' that you made it
The truth is for a few designer labels
and a little bit of paper now you 12 years slavin'
Aye, but you ain't Lupita so why you beat up
and pushin' people to lean on a double
Cup and a seizure Huh?
It sound like you out ya feet up
You still a slave and money can't buy you freedom, patna.
Tell me why the songs on in my car (hear the radio)
Why the song on in my gym (what they sayin' tho')
Why the song stuck in my head (I can't take no mo')
Still don't know what y'all sayin'
Let me, Let me, Let me, do this I'ma be a straight shooter
Aye we was made in his image Why we so Judas?
Talking bread like we at the last supper
Throwin' money at these women
Make it rain in the summer
I ain't advertising brands on the radio
They expensive and I know they ain't gone pay me for it
Telling kids to go in debt for the 'vette
That they'll probably never get
But I talk about it every song
In every song talking 'bout
they selling work on every corner
Don't talk about the laws
taking kids away from Mamas Don't talk about
Ya homie in the trauma cause he shot up
Or what 'bout ya young boy messing up the product
They don't talk about the bond money that they ain't have
And every body snitch on every body in the jam
They don't talk about the pain, They don't talk about the struggle
How they turned to The Lord, When they ran into trouble
I'mma talk about it, I don't care if the world
try to swallow me I turn my back to 'em
tell 'em all follow me I know you gone label me a hater
But inside you are greater than the songs you creating, Mayne
Hey man, the way I see it
I think we were made for more than just
you know, the simple things we aspire toward
We were made for more than just telling stories
of, you know how much money we can get from selling poison to
people. It's time to talk about who we are and who we can be. Man
we need to build each other up not pull each other down. I feel like
we not talking about nuthin' right now.