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[Verse 1: Irv Da Phenom]
Rent creeping up on a nigga
My phone bill due
My tank on E, I need new shoes
Doing a lot of walking
And when I'm walking over to the fridge
I'm pissed cause ain't no food
What am I supposed to do
When this Groovy smooth shit, I knew to turn to the blues
Getting sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'm tryna find a solution, I don't know about you
But I ain't about to be broke no more
Window shopping when I go to stores no moe
It's amazing how the come up seem to go so slow
When I grind so hard, man I just don't know but
I don't trip though cause my grind is impeccable
I'mma go get dough, hustle in the rain, hail, sleet, or snow
And I'm bout to get it my nigga, yeah that's for sure
I done had a lot of haters that prayed that I wouldn't make it
A couple of homies that's fakin', but I pushed on through
With friends like these who needs enemies
So I do it on my own, I'm a one man crew
Uh, I'm a train with no brakes
And if I get too hungry then I'm coming for your plate
Please don't play me, you know I need my bread on the daily
Baby, don't you trip, cause you know we gon come up
I've been on my grind from sun down to sun up
Ain't no sleeping because no money comes from slumber
Go back to the bottom, nuh uh, I don't want tuh
I want, I need, my bread, my cheese
And anybody standing in between, if you ain't family
Then you just might bleed, bitch

[Verse 2: Priceless]
Akhenaten's in the White House, turn the lights out, it's about to get dark
The Government Of Democracy is about to be the new one world GOD
Tony Stark shot a unibeam through your computer screen
Got you dependent, turned you to a fiend.. for technology
And every time that you log in, best believe that they watchin
Like a hawk in the field about to swoop on the prey that's about to get killed
They see everything you post on Facebook
Hard to stomach, gotta keep a straight face, look!
They got all of your information from the bank statements to the blank statements
That you text, gotta make arrangements, get out the matrix
Before your faced with court case arraignments
Incrimination from penetrating the internet, slipped you in the net
Call the world wide web the administration
And use this to intercept your identity, the enemy like the Kennedy
See we tend to bleed, to bring the speed
The age of the hawk head, all-seeing eye here to wake you up because ya'll dead
And you can pray on your knees, and hope the sky fall
I'm a 007, that's why I ball
Cause it's overdue, I'll expose you to an overview of the sun and a closer view
As we toast a few, and give a dose to you, like Sandy Hook we'll put a hoax on you
They gon take your arms and strip your rights
Cause all people want to do is bitch and fight
It's time to switch the light

[Verse 3: Acie High]
This is a terrorist attack
The reapers coming
The reapers coming
The reapers coming
Run and tell your people that the reapers coming
Living in this world and I ain't doing nothing
Step to the mic like bitch what
Out of uniform, like bitch what
And I don't give a fuck who did what
Watch me get yo attention, attenhut, hut hut
Sit in a pocket, no rush when they rush, I got it
Send ya blitz, bitch, get a slit wrist, I don't play fast shit
I'm sick, psychotic
Where's the comp? [?]
Ain't this a competitive sport
Gotta yell at the double XL
Won't let the dudes from hell
Bring back the head of the corpse
You want me embarrassed like the head of a source
You can't compare, it's a hit of the course
If they're a snake, I'm a ferret with the head of a tort
See you can't put the carriage ahead of the horse
Gotta shout out Eminem, wouldn't be a lot if not for him
Would mention names, but too many to say
So I'll just call em Hopsin and them
I just need one shot at the rim
Like Kevin Ware, then pop at the limbs
Like botox and Kim
Me and shots go together like shots to the rim
Fuck all that grown man shit
And all that shake my hand shit
And all that playing shit
No more games, this here is grown man shit
So while I'm in front of this camera, knowing this gon happen often
A lot of shit gon blow up if we don't blow up
Gotta give a shout out to Boston
Had to get out the coffin
Niggas actin like they a big boss annd flossin
Now he actin like he a bit often coughin
Cause he can't chew what he bit off from talkin
I see the same ole shit, when it comes to this artist
Unless I'm blind
They said they want different, well this is different
So how in the hell are we unsigned?