Ways and Means

[Verse 1]
Everybody looking for a way to make a dime
Pennies got us crazy making us commit a crime
And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t cross my fuckin mind
That I wish I had that paper all the motherfuckin time
Shooting up banks, risking our lives
Focus on the dollar, can’t commit to our wives
More stress about the green than the feeling that we’re fine
Watch out cus you might be next in line
Battling the salary because half of what is happening
Is acting like we’re clapping when we’re really interacting
And the capital is bountiful, you have to fuckin count it all
I’m boutta call for alcohol but imma need the package roll
It’s everything revolves around the motherfuckin bankroll
Missing out on moments, worry less if you are safe you’ll
Wanna try to make it, if you’re not, people are hateful
A person robbing innocents, it’s so fucking disgraceful
But that is what it takes, people go to crazy lengths
If they benefit off of it, people gonna raise the stakes
Putting other lives in peril, straight up murder somebody
Just because you’re feeling needy, gotta make the fuckin money
All these rappers out here talking bout the fact they make a lot
Makes somebody that’s impressible think that is all that’s hot
In reality the happiness won’t come from all the stocks
If you just make it an effort, you won’t have to be the top
Lately it’s been a popular trend
Everybody making money gotta flex the shit they spend
Buying clothing over clothing till the motherfuckin end
Acting like their personality is just totally drenched
In a Benz, getting tens, they descend on the trends
Til the end, imma send and pretend imma blend
And I send, don't repent, with some friends, grab a pen
Imma mend the fence together cus i tend to ascend

[Verse 2]
The government is looking pretty dark
Somebody better light a fuckin spark
Imma pull this shit together like an arc
But somebody needs to be there when I make my fuckin mark
Cus I'm stepping up into it, getting intuition
Stacking the better berettas in position
Putting my footing with hoodies in booking
And looking at something with hooking and ducking
But I never said I would sever the head
I just said I would bet when I shred it with lead
Cus I'm already dead with a gun to my head
So instead, better tread to end of the steps
Cus I've been looking for this side of me
Opening up the books because they listening in spite of me
Try to see the message
I don't do it for all of the leverage
I'm needing a bit of beverage
I'm eating these rappers for breakfast
Got the cold flow, when I spit like SoFlo
It's a no-go when they rap in slo-mo
Oh no, must be looking out for Robo
Blow those doors, but I keep it in the low tho
Can you hear it, decipher all the lyrics
Another bland appearance, who's speaking with the spirits
I'm gonna need some clearance, somebody disappearing
A different atmosphere, it is full of perseverance
I'm breaking into all the shops
I get in and empty my shots
I'm making everybody drop
Somebody goes down on the block
I go up and stealing the guap
Pulling out onto the blacktop
That smack talk get back to me
Shot in the back of the cap, dog