Issue No 126 Money Success Lyrics
Money & Success by Issue No. 126
Feat. Chris McCain
Yeah, sway snickers on
I'm so miraculous
We went in more than Douglas
Amazing, they used to laugh at us!
For scribbling on these passages
And vision on this something more
Than prison cells that's hazardous
The tension made my hunger sore
The problem is we cut in raw
We regress so quickly
When it's hotter than an oven door
Tell' them come and get me!
We can have it all with love and war
This is what we struggle for
Buying all the privileges
Ignorants and underscores
Gangsters go to jail and start to look for higher answers
I'm out here finding my meaning inside these wired trances
And catch the flights like they hardly have the wings
Hustle 'till I get my tags,
Never have to get a thing
I'll be back in couple of rocks strong
I'm making rap songs between trips
Selling them sticks, changing my time zones
If you wanna know what I'm on
Check it baby on mamma's i-phone
We write raps like hustlers buy coke
Live it to the max
Pray to God I die broke
Tryna fit in with these rap
Like the ' could be the formula
We hold it with the soul, translate it beneath the cornea
They suspect us we reckless when they see us
Surprised you had me ' three fifths of the human being
We lifted a new protein, get straps on them to behave
Instead of teaching us feeding, they fashion us into slaves
Married to the gang, gave myself a promise ring
My daddy ask if I'm coming to church to hear my mamma sing
I'mma see, I got some money round up
Like the congregation pen, ' this is not much
Here I come, baby, I know the game miss me
I beak the fresh err, new nigga from out city
Rapping like Christmas Eve, O.G. like Adam and Eve
Fruits label, hip-hop, the Big Apple to C
Was planeter than the mood of Oklahoma
I'm tryna get money like I'm Jewish, no diploma
Batches of hustling, and matches of blustering
Be the fog, take what I want and ask them for nothing
I don't eat the rappers, I hit them up
After I sit, looking to cry like nigger what?
City deportment, don't kill them, just force them!
My head I know Pac would understand
From the early 90' there were case, see that would find me
I ain't hard to find, I pop out in a timely matter
And I am here, nothing else matters
All right, mind over matter, success ladder
That's where I'm coming, and I ain't scared of heights
Like Toby Flights, got 'em shooked but O.D.ed nice
Yeah, sway snickers on
I'm so miraculous
We went in more than Douglas
Amazing, they used to laugh at us!
For scribbling on these passages
And vision on this something more
Than prison cells that's hazardous
The tension made my hunger sore
The problem is we cut in raw
We regress so quickly
When it's hotter than an oven door
Tell' them come and get me!
We can have it all with love and war
This is what we struggle for
Buying all the privileges
Ignorants and underscores
Gangsters go to jail and start to look for higher answers
I'm out here finding my meaning inside these wired trances
And catch the flights like they hardly have the wings
Hustle 'till I get my tags,
Never have to get a thing
I'll be back in couple of rocks strong
I'm making rap songs between trips
Selling them sticks, changing my time zones
If you wanna know what I'm on
Check it baby on mamma's i-phone
We write raps like hustlers buy coke
Live it to the max
Pray to God I die broke
Tryna fit in with these rap
Like the ' could be the formula
We hold it with the soul, translate it beneath the cornea
They suspect us we reckless when they see us
Surprised you had me ' three fifths of the human being
We lifted a new protein, get straps on them to behave
Instead of teaching us feeding, they fashion us into slaves
Married to the gang, gave myself a promise ring
My daddy ask if I'm coming to church to hear my mamma sing
I'mma see, I got some money round up
Like the congregation pen, ' this is not much
Here I come, baby, I know the game miss me
I beak the fresh err, new nigga from out city
Rapping like Christmas Eve, O.G. like Adam and Eve
Fruits label, hip-hop, the Big Apple to C
Was planeter than the mood of Oklahoma
I'm tryna get money like I'm Jewish, no diploma
Batches of hustling, and matches of blustering
Be the fog, take what I want and ask them for nothing
I don't eat the rappers, I hit them up
After I sit, looking to cry like nigger what?
City deportment, don't kill them, just force them!
My head I know Pac would understand
From the early 90' there were case, see that would find me
I ain't hard to find, I pop out in a timely matter
And I am here, nothing else matters
All right, mind over matter, success ladder
That's where I'm coming, and I ain't scared of heights
Like Toby Flights, got 'em shooked but O.D.ed nice