Travailler

[Verse 1: Priviledge]
In all honesty, you need to learn to earn it before big homie turn that corner to a murder scene
And have you workers like deserters running with
Leaving you leaking in the middle of the street
No country for old men, cattle-prodded nigga
Haveavier Bardem and all in attendance, said come on
You know there will be blood, if you do not get together
Start to selling the stuff, sever connections hit a mic gold plated
He gets rough, he’s the guy you buy a [?]
Cause he got more than enough

[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Howard school of beats, Georgetown associates degree
All paid off and three years on the street (early)
Iron horse A-line grinding in the parlance of our times
Strip mind in the margins for dollar signs
Slip sliding just a little left of white collar crime
Clockwork diplomat, Pacific rim on the horn
Let the fed piggy back, stock ticker like triple-X porn
Free market crack for Wallace stays on, Air Max black
Her tits are fake but she’s still the bomb
Hard on candy, black [?], sniffing [?] of brandy
White mellow with hints of okra vanilla
A jolly good fellow, just get in the way of skrilla

[Verse 3: Priviledge]
What’s worth waiting for is worth going to get it
I tell myself every morning waking up stretching
The next nigga nipping at my heals disrespecting
Throwing hexes, slowly stressing, messing with the mind
He a boss, stay pretending like they treasuring the mention
Of what he got going on, take out the pressure and persevere
Messages to murder all, peer pressure remains the hurdle
Obstacles as soon as day appear, [?] motivation for another sphere
Cheers fuckers, while I toast another yin ling beer
Catch me rat racing mice through the maze this here

[Verse 4: Billy Woods]
Your boy don’t get out the clock radios lately
He waits to kiss on the cheek from his favorite lady
She’s off to fry that bacon, nine to five
He throws his all fours, time to get high
Earl grey, milk and sugar, got distracted by the tree
Like good googly mooga, sports senator soup Becker
My wife and kids fuck at the view
Top police chases, the first forty-eight
HBO on demand, take a blunt break
Rose come [?] from the Spaniards
Blank pages in his day planner, Dave Banner
DVR in TV land [?] PBR two grams of that [?] bamboo
Judge Joe Brown tom’ing it up
Rap city on cooning and Kale
Put on Makavelli, I’ll rhyme in the mirror
Peanut butter and jellies is called dealer
Put in an order back to back Law & Order
Then I get this reality rap recording
Unemployment black, that’s how I afford it