Lyrics:
alright keeps your mind on the page
Oh yeah small stakes ensure you the minimum blues
But you don't feel taken and you don't feel abused
Small stakes
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own
a day is for minimum wage
Work a nigga like a slave 'til he put him in his grave
Frail moments, same page
(Seven days a week I'm living in a rush
bucks, but not getting love
That was the case, nigga that's tough
Getting them bucks, but that ain't enough
I was okay with minimum wage
But at my place,
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a good time with lots of dough
Slippin' up high, slippin' down low
Love'm and leave'm on with the show
Listen, I like female form in minimum dress
You're the ol' lady from the society pages
From a small town somewhere I used to be
You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff
That didn't appeal to me
and hang with me
Before and after
So turn the page with me
With me, oh, oh
With me, oh, oh
Bad days, where the good days at?
Bad minimum wage, where the good
From the cradle to grave
We Mobb Deep
From the home of the brave
We Mobb Deep
We came a long way from making minimum wage
Yo, they said its just
through with minimum wage
I like this verse I keep the page
Put 240 on my gauge
Heavyweight no David Haye
Bandanna neutral and that's truthful
But still,
is get paid flipping through em no page
I tried minimum wage
Working thinking bout a stage
I had to lose a lot of things
Gained a better exchange
Yeah
pages of karaoke machines
You're the magazine page everybody rips out
Youre the minimum wage a woman works her heart out for
pen to page like a petition
You a bitch, always switching up your whole position
I can see it in your face like an esthetician
Food for thought, this
минимум, цены на минимум. Да нам и не надо до минимума!
Minimum of high and minimum of weed,
Minimum of feelings is all I can see.
Minimum of girls trip
myself, and maybe that'll be nice, yeah
My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
Well, the longer words are really breaking my back now
Yeah,
stopped me working minimum wage
Who gonna stop me when I’m turning the page
Hear 'em cheering as I jump on the stage
No, I ain’t doing no phase
No one
myself, and maybe that'll be nice, yeah
My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
Well, the longer words are really breaking my back now
Yeah,
Yeah, money
Yeah, yeah
'Fizi, yeah
J'vois l'temps qui passe dans l'miroir
Concu' je stack dans l'grimoire
Dans tous les cas ça finit mal
Dans
(Wheezy out of here)
Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's
band wrapped in knots
Keep the space to a minimum
I don't rap a lot
A prince like J
And I'm serious about my pay
So play if you want to mama
Daddy
sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
That
Do it
Nigga fuck yo bitch nigga
Shit, whose house is this?
Laughin' so hard my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead Prez, mouth to mouth that
Shake it and make it wave
Ain't getting no minimum wage
That ass be getting her paid
Look how she blessed the stage
I wanna turn page
Shawty got ass
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