Priorities

[Verse 1]
Now they talking gun rap, gun clap
Man you just a rapper you won’t bust that, pull that
Nigga you a actor; non factor to my real life, and I ain’t hating
Nigga I ain’t banging, but this nigga right here I ain’t playing
Label’s ain’t been hitting me up, I ain’t gon’ lie
I’m in these streets getting my paper up, ask me that’s why
I tried to leave this shit behind, but thoughts rewind
And memories weren’t made for me
History’s a slave to me, faded is the way for me
That’s why I’m locked up, but not because of cooking rocks up
I’m like like a rasta; weed in my blunt still, not packing steel
Except when pillows going outro, I’m growing kill
Packs peeled, labels peeled, then we hit the grill
Celebrate, cake up, then they know the drill
Back to work, we ain’t hurting we just doing what we love
Not worried about the timing cause we never on the run
But Marley said that money can’t buy life
I traded life for cash and God ain’t saying it ain’t right
We chasing time and time it’s never adding up
So let me check the time right after time and hope I make the cut

[Chorus]
Make the cut
Make the cut
Like a college kid on draft day
Wait until I heard them say
Made the cut
Nigga made the cut
Like a college kid on draft day
Nigga I’mma get paid

[Verse 2]
Tupac knew you hoe niggas
In other people pockets type hoe niggas
See pimps stack, we don’t lack
We get paid, we don’t jack
Just give me what I’m owed, nigga
Diamonds, cash and gold, nigga
Fat ass and a gold digger
And everything that I own, nigga
That’s mine, see that’s mine
I saw that, I want that
You look back, now that’s mine
Medusa got you stoned now
Sensemilla blunt rounds
Pound for pound with no crowns
So loud with the speakers out
So high, I’m high now
That was just for fun
I swear if I don’t drop a song, then I have fell off in a month
I’m working harder than these rappers who can’t even buy a blunt
But put out song after song and y’all be thinking that they on
We all do it for someone nigga
This is for my city and your bitch’s pretty figure
How you saying you out running shit and making hits
Tryna claim the table, nigga better have some chips

[Bridge]
Cause I made the cut
Nigga, made the cut
Not a college kid on draft day
I’m a hustler from CA

[Chorus]
Make the cut
Make the cut
Like a college kid on draft day
Wait until I heard them say
Made the cut
Nigga made the cut
Like a college kid on draft day
Nigga I’mma get paid