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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mia Moore
Mia Moore
Songwriter
Kenneth Cook
Kenneth Cook
Songwriter
Mike Jones
Mike Jones
Songwriter
David Chronister
David Chronister
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Jones
Mike Jones
Producer
Spoken Thought
Spoken Thought
Producer
Darwin Derquito
Darwin Derquito
Engineer

Lyrics

Anyone who got it out the mud got my respect Life been getting harder gotta make the money stretch Not into designer ona budget I be fresh On my momma, that's for starters, I got goals, I cannot rest It's war zone in my head nigga We in recession, every mouth gotta get feed nigga So if I say let's get this bread you gone be scared nigga? Never been one of those And it won't ever be a day I click with none of those Thankfully I'm gifted, depression got hold on me But I'm still optimistic, praying on some joy to see Get on up and chase the vision We'll catch up once this shit vivid The picture, picture perfect, written verses, my religion Please get off my tip if you aint' tippin' If I ain't yo list then you ain't listening Give me a break, roll up the spliff cause I be tripping My piggy bank got change but it's still some room fill it Piggy Bank, Piggy Bank I need something to shake before I catch a break And I'm not gon' walk around like my shit don't stank Searching for some change but it seems I can't Piggy Bank, Piggy Bank I need something to shake before I catch a break And I'm not gon' walk around like my shit don't stank Searching for some change but it seems I can't How Erykah say? What day what a day Been tryna live but making a living been in the way If Kendrick giggling then I'm whimpering to the bank Tuition more expensive that interest from Sallie Mae Finna stick with me to my grave shit bigger than what we make Cause entry level positions diminishing everyday Wishing this pen get listeners listening what we say Did my 10,000 hours and all my 21 days Shit is crazy Thankfully got my lady, my crib and my dog Family my friends my word and my balls The writing been on the wall/ Like murals of lost ones Biggie or Pac in Brooklyn or Compton sprint through the gauntlet then Soon as you ball to more applaud get called a nigger in Boston Shit is appalling regardless of all the shit you accomplish All them wan' see you fall like end of August Shit is exhausting, even when you winning you lost Big bank Piggy Bank, Piggy Bank I need something to shake before I catch a break And I'm not gon' walk around like my shit don't stank Searching for some change but it seems I can't Piggy Bank, Piggy Bank I need something to shake before I catch a break And I'm not gon' walk around like my shit don't stank Searching for some change but it seems I can't This little piggy got to working That little piggy stayed home So this little piggy getting money While that little piggy getting none This little piggy got to working That little piggy stayed home So this little piggy getting money While that little piggy getting none
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