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Two Cents

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Two Cents was released on August 22, 2025 by Alumni Cloud as a part of the album Two Cents - Single

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Alumni Cloud

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dakota Cloud

Lyrics

Lazeey Prod

Composer

Lyrics

Let me do this

Make the music to make the movements

I Spit my two cents

going doofus

I’m bout to lose it

Want retribution

And restitution

Way less confusion

My execution

Is evolution

My soul is loosing

Uncle Sam don’t give a damn

He got a paper route

You got some dreams but it’s designed so you can’t make it out

Go to work and pay ya bills no time to to think about

You getting paid, but they never bring the change around

Laying down

My brains a goner

the swords and armor

We Rely on is just hope and karma

Always judging like your honor

only tears and trauma

Boy you gotta chase the comma

gotta get comma.

I’m about to crash out

Pull the Macs out

It’s time to spaz out

My last straw already passed out

I’m a Cash cow

My brains rich

But my hands out

This how its planned out

Think you see the picture

Don’t forget the camera pans out

Let me do this

Make the music to make the movements

I Spit my two cents

going doofus

I’m bout to lose it

Want retribution

And restitution

Way less confusion

My execution

Is evolution

My soul is loosing

Yeah the devils coming

Boy you better Start running

When he shows up at the function

No discussions

I want what’s mine

That Lost money and lost time

I’m so confined

My open mind turned columbine

The wall is up its all designed to not be climbed

Greatness defined

Yet so broke let me hold a dime

The stars aligned

Put all that matters

on all the platters

Hold the cha cha chattter or choppa scatter

And leaves ya tattered

All we knows disaster

backs is always up against the plaster

You can be an alpha or even kappa

He still gone cap ya

He don’t care about an alma mater

He ain’t going off to college gotta raise a daughter

He Raised her proper went to school she wanna be a doctor

He Can’t afford tuition but he wanna see her prosper

Think fast make a plan, come out on top

He got a place he gunna rob he knows jus the spot

He said empty out your pockets

Gimmie all you got

Put the money in the bag

It ain’t worth getting shot

Everybody on they knees

I wont ask please

He Took the money from the safe

got About 100’G’s

Then He dipped out the back

Now his minds at ease

Until he popped around the corner all he heard was freeze

Damn

Moral of the story

Is there isn’t one

You Flip a coin and pick a side for a victim

The only outcome they’ll care about is income

I Just hope I live long enough to get to live some

Let me do this

Make the music to make the movements

I Spit my two cents

going doofus

I’m bout to lose it

Want retribution

And restitution

Way less confusion

My execution

Is evolution

My soul is losing

Yeah the devils coming

Boy you better start running

When he shows up at the function

No discussion

Written by: Dakota Cloud, Lazeey Prod

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