Band lab, mic stand, new statement
Fuck that, new plaque, new payment
Band wrap, no plans, we patient
With sole, on the track, like laces
Spit through bands like braces
And we get red eyes and we angry
And it's up in the sky when it's raining
Tell him run that shit no racing
Saturn, treat that like spaceship
We whip in outer spaces
And we really had to shoot for the stars
That's stuck on the top of the ceiling of a basement
Pray that we reaching a day when
Money ain't thing for complaining
Right now still stuck in the same shit
Just keep ten toes in the pavement
Hope I die-late for my pupils
But really
Eye really
Can't see other ways
Really really
Just scared they won't stay
And I say I don't care
Till I can't
You can tell if they stare in your face
Losing trust and they scared like the same
Like fuck it they stuck in they ways
Common sense outta pocket loose change
Sad sad sad sad sad sad sad
How you love me when I'm up man
You just want what I have
I swear they don't understand that I came up from rags
No you cannot call it luck when you've worked like I have
Woah woah yeah
No no yeah
They can't take me at my worst
But they love me at my best
Sometimes I think it's a curse
But I know that I am blessed
I don't think that you deserve
A piece of the pie that I have
So when you ask me what the word
I'm gon tell you get some racks uh
I did this shit for my squad
Eating then so is my gang
You know that I'm eating good
She want fuck me for the fame
I have been misunderstood
Looking back it was a shame
I had to do what I could
To tell the people what my name
And I know
I know
I know
And I know
I know
I know
And I know
I know
I know
And I know
I know
I know
Band lab, mic stand, new statement
Fuck that, new plaque, new payment
Band wrap, no plans, we patient
With sole, on the track, like laces
Spit through bands like braces
And we get red eyes and we angry
And it's up in the sky when it's raining
Tell him run that shit no racing
Saturn, treat that like spaceship
We whip in outer spaces
And we really had to shoot for the stars
That's stuck on the top of the ceiling of a basement
Pray that we reaching a day when
Money ain't thing for complaining
Right now still stuck in the same shit
Just keep ten toes in the pavement
Hope I die-late for my pupils
But really
Eye really
Can't see other ways
Really really
Just scared they won't stay
And I say I don't care
Till I can't
You can tell if they stare in your face
Losing trust and they scared like the same
Like fuck it they stuck in they ways
Common sense outta pocket loose change