The Message Lyrics

Put money on my head

They really put that bread to waste

Flew across Atlantic grew accustomed to expensive taste

Be all you can be theres no limit it ain't more to say

Calling me davinci and she Magi how I paint her face

I ain't got the key to my city know these streets ain't safe

Clutching on that glizzy Lord forgive me I can't move in faith

They hungry for my stash but I read the play

Approach me and I'm Nash his shot I replicate

Burners buried in the bottom of Atlantis they can't implicate

Mashada to the face only way me and my dogs escape

Fuck a silver plate

We grew up on throwaways

08 rocking torn tees before the runway

I ain't seen mash grave

Wish I could take his place

World in disarray they go crazy for them blue faces

Niggas moving shady they fugazi know you can't relate

Lately I don't fuck with niggas no more I think I'm racist

People I admired morals are in decline

I followed right behind of the blind leading the blind

Is it really written does fate get to decide

Still I cry sometimes for the guys I left behind

Send wires time to time whenever they in a bind

It don't matter who buying we all get a piece of the pie

If you loyal you a dime cuz the love I could buy

They walk around blind they sight blurred by pride

I Smile in pictures but my mind ain't in the right frame

I had to learn quick that ion got nobody to blame

And staying in yo lane is tempting

I gotta switch to get ahead in this game that we invented

As I mentioned respect for my idols dim fades by the day

Beef on line never in line with the message that they convey

It ain't a crime but it's brazy they all fishing for praise

The underage imitating the ways that they display

They ain't phased by jail so they move without merit

Name a nigga that came home and bought a house with street credit but he a legend

Ion know who gassin you but I hope that shit unleaded

And you can take it how you dish it ain't no commas in a sentence

Word to Criss Jammi I wear that shit like a pendant

First is family fuck a bitch you know the money come second

Mill said chance ain't given they taken like interceptions

Call me Emmlen Tunnel class of 97 but I'm Kenyan

People I admired morals are in decline

I followed right behind of the blind leading the blind

Is it really written does fate get to decide

Still I cry sometimes for the guys I left behind

Send wires time to time whenever they in a bind

It don't matter who buying we all get a piece of the pie

If you loyal you a dime cuz the love I could buy

They walk around blind they sight blurred by pride