Lyrics:
people get fucked up
Niggas (niggas)
Crackers (crackers)
Whities, Jews (Jews)
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
Yo, if
It's the jacking ass cracker, yea the cracker that jacks
Coming through once again with Oakcity on my back
One time for the fam and I'm kicking
bag, prescription pills, we call 'em bass guitars
Got bricks of Lisa Presley, get it soft or hard
Rose gold Rosé and the Rollie pink
Hoes in the ship,
broke, gotta get it how I live
Still ride for the fam with a point to prove
Over a decade now and I'm still making moves
Underground and unknown,
start to notice happiness don't come from album release
I've been through it before
Can only share with you what I know
To be true, but at the same
dance soon
Then I go impress myself with other kinds of damn tunes
Diss my friends with your mouth, Imma man the harpoons
Oh, shit, you know how it is
Motherfuckers wanna drop that
Ima grown-ass crack with a big bankroll
Real pale face, how the fuck I'm gon' roll
Old money won't spend it
Every day, I'm tryna get
Song: That's Real
Artist: Get Money Committee ft Sir Bean & Rozay
I'ma keep it real with ya
Keep it real with me with me my nigga and I'm still with
wasn't in the plan
Them crackers had you in that can
Man, these niggas don't understand
Tryna stack a hundred grand
And spend it all on my mans
Man, these
bitch up
[Mannie:] Oh 20 dub deuces is how we do that there yo
[Lac:] If you ride with an ugly chick than put that bitch in
[Mannie:] Get you a dime
I die with my
Finger on the trigger
I ain't never had nothing
I'mma get it how I'm living
Crackers want to sit me down cause
I'm a stand up nigga
at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag
Ain't no leaders only leisure, only reapers, ain't no sowers
They get higher, we get lower, damn it's over
To the Blacks and Whites, who need a Big Slap
Y'all don't have to like me, these are big facts
Go on call cracker, call me Spic bruh
It's the Blacks
selfies
Point me to the money
Point me to the money
Business, big business
Maybach business
If you ain't with it I don't fuck with you
You
it, I'ma get to testin' you
And I done bussed a Glock and I done bussed a Smith and Wesson too
If you get to actin' like a opp, then I gotta sever you
on everything I call,
The Jag, the Bentley, Rolls-Royce, to house walls.
Hung out with Bobby.. ate breakfast with Whitney,
Made it official, New York is my city,
way to get liberty
Fame is the only way out far as I can see
That's the only way they gon' set me free
Tell them crackers set me free, yeah
Tell them
selfies
Point me to the money
Point me to the money
Business, big business
Maybach business
If you ain't with it I don't fuck with you
You
yeahh)
It's a beautiful night
A beautiful night, let's go steal
Well it's a beautiful night, to kill crackers
So I went to Madison Square
catch you
Crackers go to war over goddamn statues
Symbols matter to them more than all our Black lives
Thank God I figured it out when I was pint-sized
good about yourself right now, huh?
(Satisfy) is has come to you (yeah, 6ix)
Hold up let me get it now
Bitch, I'm here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I'm
Ling Ling boppin it's ah whole lotta safe crackers
Hunnid round drum that's ah whole lotta brain snatchers
Ima hanging with gorillas, bunch of hot
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
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