“To put in one’s two cents worth is to preface the tentative statement of one’s opinion.”
This song’s about the frustration that comes with receiving unsolicited opinions within the music industry.
“Keep your two cents and your blueprints, keep the change and hit the road”
[Intro]
Ay we been tryna figure out which way to go
I could be right, I could be wrong, I guess we’ll let the time all show
Check the flow, I keep it true and man that’s really all I know
Keep your two cents and your blueprints, keep the change and hit the road
[Verse 1]
Oh man, here we go again, another little sucka tryna tell me the plan
Acting like I really care ‘bout your opinion?
Shit, take it over there, we don’t really care ain’t no need to share
All that useless bullshit it’s a nuisance
What you proving telling us how to do shit?
My resolution is to reduce your pollution
Blowing up my line, "new phone who dis”?
Why they blowin' up my phone while I’m on my new shit?
Why they bitin’ on my old while I’m on my new hits?
Why you tryna find the gold when your mind is clueless?
That that shit’ll never satisfy, tell me who’s next
On the chopping board, I got the sword
Upon the Lord, now pick your jaw up up off the floor
My love is sore, now what’s the score, you boys are bored
The new J's kicking right through your door
Man fuck outta here with your upper class views
I got fam up in the motherland just looking for the food
You behind your laptop, tryna throw your rap shots
They got kids strapped up, man they got a gat locked
Up in the piece, probably never find the peace in the streets where they weep all the homies tryna eat
They got homies that's deceased, ain't no love up in these streets
Baby time is all we need, so for the time we'll let it be but
I ain’t never had to prove a single thing to any muthafucka on Earth
Be recording all night, I did it right, give a fuck about the one who did it first
Top position, homie listen, man you trippin, I be winning even when I’m at my worst
Like who you kidding, time is ticking on your rhythms, I don’t ever wanna hear another verse, shit
Jack shit, that's what that means to you
So why you tryna tell me just what I need to do?
Follow all your rules, man that shit ain't feasible
But do what I been doing, I got every reason to
Jack shit that's what that means to you
All I'm tryna do is spread love and speak the truth
Too long man they had to seek the truth
Now they hear it everytime I make the speakers boom
[Intro]
Ay we been tryna figure out which way to go
I could be right, I could be wrong, I guess we’ll let the time all show
Check the flow, I keep it true and man that’s really all I know
Keep your two cents and your blueprints, keep the change and hit the road
[Hook]
Like oh man, here we go again
(Just another motherfucka tryna tell me the plan)
Like oh man, here we go again
(Just another motherfucka tryna tell me the plan)
Like oh man, here we go again
(Just another motherfucka tryna tell me the plan)
Like oh man, here we go again
(Imma keep it all going for the crew and the gang, gang)
[Post-Hook]
So keep your two cents and your blueprints
Man i’m tryna let it flow
I keep that change up in my pocket
And my eyes up on the road
Keep that change up in your wallet
Keep your voice up in your throat
Keep your two cents and your blueprints
Man i’m tryna let it flow, oh
[Intro]
[Hook] x4
[Post-Hook Outro]
Two Cents was written by Kid Pharaoh.
Two Cents was produced by Kid Pharaoh.
Kid Pharaoh released Two Cents on Fri Dec 15 2017.