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Evan B Thompson
Evan B Thompson
Songwriter
Massimo Lepore
Massimo Lepore
Songwriter
Chris Ju
Chris Ju
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kato (NastyTrax)
Kato (NastyTrax)
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Chris Douglas
Chris Douglas
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Mark Morley
Mark Morley
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I got million dollar tracks Got the city on my back Been a minute since you seen me now I'm living in the lap I got luxury in fact kept my money in a stack Never bummy with the bag I got a hundred thousand cash In my pocket and it's knotted saying fuck you to these rats Slangin packs out on the block and buying stocks up with the stash It's a million dollar dream A billion dollar scheme What the fuck is hip-hop if we ain't trying to reach the cream Anything to feed the stream it ain't always what it seems You gotta get that content and make sure you bein seen Let me intervene for a minute You can do it if you live it If you lyin' then you finished don't deny it just admit it We inspire those diminished Take em to a higher limit Higher power we devour getting higher by the hour Our hour this is ours Put in time getting loud Show our kids and do em proud ain't no fools gold allowed You ain't neva been a sergeant Ya betta stop it Say ya living in the projects Ya betta stop it You don't really wanna start this Ya betta stop it Catch you slipping in ya office And you don't want this You ain't neva been a sergeant Ya betta stop it Say ya living in the projects Ya betta stop it You don't really wanna start this Ya betta stop it Catch you slipping in ya office And you don't want this Paper chaser getting snaps with these raps Stackin million dollar poems till my lungs collapse Perhaps my authenticity will be the death of me boy But the Ecentricity of my imagery just fills in the void Muscle em for them coins A hustler for that airply Get it lit low key like shorty smoking in the stairway First class stats let it fly like an airplane Roughin it to the green when my drive don't hit the fairway My passion for the craft came for my passion for the cash Now I grind for all I got travellin the map and shaking hands Stage to the office I'm bossin' for real Out in the field and I'm deskin the deals Don't give a fuck how you wankstas feel Make ya heart skip a beat like Shareef O'Neal Head of the class can't fake the grade Do the math drop science boy the kid don't play Pull the pin and become the prey when I light up the stage like a hand grenade Ain't nobody tellin' me they on another level When I go against the current and I hijack me a vessel And I move the crowd I'm the captain now So quit frontin' on the numbers in ya bank account Told ya I'm money even if there's nothin's in the bank So stop it Ya don't want Ev out here coming for ya man You ain't neva been a sergeant Ya betta stop it Say ya living in the projects Ya betta stop it You don't really wanna start this Ya betta stop it Catch you slipping in ya office And you don't want this You ain't neva been a sergeant Ya betta stop it Say ya living in the projects Ya betta stop it You don't really wanna start this Ya betta stop it Catch you slipping in ya office And you don't want this You You You You You don't want this You You You You You Ya Betta Stop
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