Lyrics:
hand kind of vibe. The poem was originally written for a Singapore Writers Festival tribute reading to Leonard Cohen. The simple rhyme scheme and pace
growth's steady flow.
From the Gardens' green to the urban stream,
Finding strength in the coffee steam.
Every setback, a lesson, a new scheme,
In
schemes
(Mm)
We even sold to the same damn fiends
(How real is dat?)
Ain't no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal
back on the king
For company owners and schemes
Get captured my nigga
You'll be just a pitcher
For pickers that label these things
Thirty thousand for
scheme would eat large, nigga
Keep it on you, fuck the feds
'Cause every team hit hard, nigga
Al Green at the barbeque
Turn on that pocket get shot up
I only went inside to get out of the rain
But the barman said how good it was to see me back again
Look at all the labels there's green, blue
schemes (mm)
We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ain't no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal
This whole world a dream
I'm sick of these schemes
I'm up like a fiend
I'm counting the beans
I only want green
I'm building a team
And I reign
same team, same schemes
We even sold to the same dang fiends
cin't no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal
Look, I'm
and the cruelest schemes
Somebody pass the lighter, where my fire at
Tryna come off of this high, I'm an acrobat
People wanna sign to labels, they in microtraps
I
ride usinthe mic like a screwdriver
To break down the speed
While labels were sound asleep Nowl peeped and creeped
And stole the ground beneath
with the Turks and Libyans
Still praying for freedom for the Syrians
This Singapore but I soon get millions
I Portugal them Westwood Viviennе's
Gyal want
really tired of these washed up plans
To be the king of thug and all the wall street fam
It takes alot of guts to hold onto your green
When there are
tryna turn to pens into plaques from these verses
Submitting to labels that don't even deserve it
You know I been working
But what good is the work if you
grind, gotta stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If
like a potter, I'm not talking Harry
It's a cold game music only thing I marry
Fuck the industry
Labels they cannot compare me
I need green like a vegan
grind, gotta stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If
these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it
u try play wit da team
Fallin off for da labels to see
Coughin nigga dats funny to me
Often da teletubbies is clean
Purple red yellow green magazines
motherfuckers, i was whipping pies
Your bitch in the lobby, got her buzzing like behives
Different labels can't decide, rock designer on my eyes
Cock them nines, I
labels sound like robbery
Yea they really scheme
Can't release a project until it's approve what you mean
They take ownership of your creativity how they
period, spottin' where you sampled
Your rhyme scheme from, I ain't clearin' it
I drop science and experiment, contractually
Came to terms
cream and break dreams
See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus
Turnin' flamboyant
(Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch)
I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat
Kick up the feet, no Assassin's Creed
Float like a butterfly, sting
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