F!#K $ ft. Lefty Rose Lyrics

Fuck your paper, see money never made the man

Speak from experience with microphones up in my hand

Budget big but skills lack, don't feel that

Death to your wigs, get peeled back, it's real black

Shouldn't have to tell you at all

If you in the game, better have a OG on call

Learn something, I stay frontin', I stay dumpin

Rain on em like Shawn Kemp all while blowin' hemp

Supersonic with the chronic, Blades always got it

Been a prophet, so I'll never let a profit stop it

Yeah we know, get money, that be the topic

Of all your rhymes, you say it all the time

But what are we talking, facts or fiction

Getting to the bag for real or merely wishing

Maybe you be speaking to existence

A sprinter can never handle a marathon's distance for real

Your boy so rare, smoking Jack Herer

Put it in the air, put it in the air

Thinking bout the future and my future heirs

Tryna get it straight, so they don't have to care

About the income, or where it comes from

Cause pops played the game plan for the long run

The mission is property acquisition

In the caddy with grandma, play my position

Listen to the knowledge she gave our real estate

How owning your own place is controlling your own fate

Let no one dictate the moves that you make

The key is owning land, that's getting the real cake

Hussle and motivate, Dorothy showed the way

Nip, relit the fire, desire will never stray

Hussle and motivate, Dorothy showed the way

Nip, relit the fire desire, will never stray