Word

Word to the street

Word to this oldschool beat

 

Look,

All i'm tryna do is get bread for my family, U ain't testing these,

Weird ass flows that come with me, probably,

We constantly put work in honestly, Back off, Lets keep it lovely

Because suddenly all the cats act friends, Only cause I made a couple cents,

They start throwing compliments, Its all to end their own debt,

And y'all know that, but still y'all add that?

that's mad crap! they leave you flat stabbed,

Shot and slapped, Smacked for cash

And those gold digging hoes y'all smash?

I would pass that trash, Dash for cash, do the math!

And while u do that stop tryna defend mumble rap!

Strap that, Y'all rap that? My snap back cap mad crap,

 

Now I ain't playing around,

You rap for 40 mins straight look at me because I only frowned?

Its real easy, But do y'all really dig him?

Cadence creates rhythm,

Don't speed up your rap trying to leave wack text hidden

America, Gun religion, Vision driven, Tv decision,

Ill leave y'all shocked like Nas "it was written"

I spaz with wisdom, Just wanna fight the system.

These bars I put you behind Its looking like a fucking Prison

 

And thats word to elites

Word to this oldschool beat

Word to the street