Back to basics like im back in the basement im lying man im back in my spaceship and im flying man always down to earth still im outer space the crown like a pound of shake you ain't bout ta bake or make some hash that shit should go in your trash living only to laugh this world owe me some cash took a loss getting stopped by policeman pay me in some happiness and we can call it even guess im blessed i made it outta the precinct i knew that that weed stinked life im trying to rethink won the championship im trying to repeat dribbling in between feet just like pistol pete wrote this project same time as the truth tape same time saving up to fix my girls tooth ache ..hitting juarez for a discount, real hiphop and taking care of my loved ones that's what i been bout go get your pens out ben shinin' call me benjamin shinin' on my biggie and lox benjamin rhymin' back wit more crack steadilly cooking for the fiends ...all american took it to the extreme made a clasic album took a look at the king gave up the crown still in your rook wit your queen ...inside a jail your homie finally seen damn...up in my notebook was the dream i do it for my team do it for myself up in the studio cigaretts ruin my health i know my music felt then why my pockets low put some dirt in my pockets hoping that my pockets would grow you admire desire watching me flow get inspired and take it higher and blow up doe up windows down gotta get your paper up homie then ya clown...now I told irv i need me some tracks to write to email em and ill convert em up in my itunes mp3 to wave somethin i can type to on my laptop like its better in the light two ...lyrics over everything, in the second grade teacher telling my parents i had a special way of writing words, mix that wit lighting erb in the seventh grade, making sure that my bed was made so i could hit the streets, seen alot of shit up in the streets where i lived now i put that shit on beats, yin & gang my parents living that cosby life mix that wit rolling through the streets just like some yahtzee dice ...getting sauced like some chicken teriyaki rice where i used to skate folks scrapping like hockey fights ..hope none of us never see the penalty box this ain't a movie like 20 century fox this my life

I hope i never catch a federal charge i hope my city never gets them fuckin medical cards I hope i never catch a federal charge i hope my city never gets them fuckin medical cards so why you rap about hustling...huh its all i fuckin did told you on 4hm i's up till 4am under the moon my girl wanna jump over the broom i tell her soon but first i gotta boom blow up get paid she tell me man you dreaming you should grow up today i don't know what to say but i know that you lay in the bed that you make you gotta eat and digest all the bread that you bake and i never been fake homie i always i believed eventually sun shines the dark days el leave the harp plays for gs cuz g's go to heaven, shout out to my folks who keep rolling sevens on they first roll.....people that purp blow exhale and church go the reason i work for so i can give you a ring i can get you the dress i can give you the things like we can get an address somewhere other than this i know its hard finally coming to grips wit the fact that you in love wit a kid addicted to dream chasing flipping and green slanging always im speed racing least i ain't free basing be patient promise a better life great girlfriend know she'll make a better wife swear that we goin make it out the struggle you can bet me twice nothing less will suffice all the struggle in my life put em in these songs all the struggle in my life i put em in these songs all the struggle in my life i put em in these songs ....a little marijuna used to put it in the bong get high float away but now i hear the beat and it motivate me to get up on my grind no debate need no gucci shit man polo straight crooked world no ones straight in my palms hold my fate till my pockets over weight ...hands clean looking like i never sold an 8th i was always told to wait i responded no i can't i was always told to wait i responded no i can't up in the studio man im pulling rank people ask advice they respecting just how your homie thank help em wit they song order, and the flow still nastier than some bong water favorite song nas daughters as im recording this i admit lyrically that im bored as shit so im some long verse skip the chorus shit pedal to the floor and shit undocumented work muthafuck coporate shit for the less fortunate local business wit dollars ill be supporting it...download this torrent shit pussy under brain money over fame dru b shinin smg lyrics over everything

I know it probably takes a while but im gonna change my style no more marijuana like a rihanna imma take a bow bow out the game proud of the change that im trying to make they making it hard swear to god homie they tyring to break my spirit and my soul lyrics i let em flow wit low dow my polo faded i let em know ....it doesn't matter how much paper you put in your pockets only matters what you put on the paper guess i forgot it uh my empires in flames and homie I am to blame my only hope is that crisis bring change i hope it do people say change the only constant my brother really hoping its true i went from bad up to good now im bad again roll the dice we like mice in a labarinth how you gonna deal with all the pain and the strife make a change my advice just a day in the life addicted to the game and the fame and the money they throw you in that thang homie aint nothing funny yall don't feel my pain man it rains when its sunny sorry sam cooke but a change isn't coming I went from slanging sticky smoke to writing on these sticky notes in between customers at batteries plus this is for the hustlers that have to adjust to legal doe from dirty digits eating lunch in thirty minutes legal work im working wit it sure is different from the grind slanging sacks to rayovaks on both shoulders satan sat talking in my ear, sorry i don't hear you got me feeling anxious like them cops up in my rearview u never hustled they stopped u after a beer or two how does it feel your stomach in knots imagine metal round your wrist homie cuffs not a watch you probably got a lil sack stuffed up in your sock compared to a trunk full a pot homie its nothing got me stressed out every hour im camel crushing i am adjusting promise ill change my life lord knows what i would do if your homie just couldn't write but i can gotta bend the rules just to make it in my shoes to pay dues and rent then the rules getting bent so a little weed still supplements income paranoia in my stomach when the fuckin pigs come

Fools fight for peanuts and pennies seen it to many times getting high drinking henny eating at denny's in the parking lot bullets ringing from semi's police pull up it empties and people just get to dipping they notice it like a Bentley notice it before any Lamborghini Ferrari more than any Bugatti Mercedes up in a lobby show room up in a snobby dealership in the snottiest part of your town aint no kings in it but they call it a crown, victoria go from euphoria to paranoia or they just annoy ya get behind ya make ya drive slow cuz the hydro in your side door .............fuckin wit me cuz they board .............fuckin wit me in that ford crown victoria, need help they bout ignoring ya smell weed they bout reporting ya haters Fuck em let the law end cuz we simply get the raw end coffins open dump em all in I say the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin cops body rott for them crown vics im always watching mad they started selling them shits at the auctions its unfair man its unfair no cherries on them cop cars now a days its hard to compare in your rear view can't get a clear view can't tell its the muthafuckin cops until they near you relieved thought he was the police he just another muthafucka about to blow tree...hold up ..............you bout to stop my shit your shit better have cherries up on top of it thought yall was suppose to be policing between that and them photo-cameras you muthafuckas cheating .............try to catch ya speeding pull you over smell some weed and then they get to cheesing acting like bitches on some muthafuckin maxi pads hate crown vics so much i even hate taxi cabs Caprice classics fuck em to Dodge chargers fuck em to Tahoes fuck em to you like cops fuck you to

Strippers ass back up on me, pants still saggin on me, keep a rack up on me recording up at my homies crib to the cops in the black and white taxi cabs patrolling fuck yall ill make bologna out you pigs no beef turkey only pork no mercy put em on my fork chew em up and spit em out or swallow em and shit em out dru b shinin' let me show you what the kid about im on my living everything that i spit up out my mouth shit, i be about shit fifty dollar bills always fuckin up my count shit, put em with two dubs and a ten and put em at the end washingtons go to wifey lincolns is what you spend its that kwik shop hiphop spitting for the liquor store watch the homie get props do yourself a favor shut up all your big talk or just watch clap rim shot... you don't really know me so pay me what you owe me homie i be on my grind and i be on my own shit and you could never clone it cuz you could never write these rhymes you don't really know me so pay me what you owe me homie i be on my grind and i be on my own shit and you could never clone it cuz homie you can't write these rhymes I never gave a fuck, roll purple haze in blunts chasing buck hope im never placed in cuffs again got up out of county they like thank you come again keep some gangstas and some sociology majors, as my friends so i go dumb and im smart to yall catch bullets wit your teeth bitch i be catching harpoons cartoon animation yall on some fake shit carton camel blazing everyday shit stressed shit, best out in the town most love rest doubt that the crown fit on my head, i might piss in a cup but yall piss in the bed catch a clip to the head ..............through the wrists jesus bled by the roman government which be the feds now a days cowards play power politics crucifying brothers cuz they caught wit chronic bricks what the fuck you don't want a cold war of words like the soviets get your ass kicked by afganis wit the opiates i can tell if a stacks short just by holding it get money and diss rappers when appropriate

Can't afford new clothes so I make up these new flows when yall was buying shoes i was buying these videos I can dumb it down or i can make it more lyrical really just depends on the beat that i get from irvin he be in the studio synthetic he burning dosia like religion to cuddy he giving sermons on how you shouldn't smoke that no clue why i wrote that i just write whats in my brain and you can quote that blow stacks on fabric thats tatted wit brand names but underneath that fabric don't matter you still a lame and i ain't gonna lie man i'd trick if i could got some stacks in my pocket still broke its understood by my real folk moving kill smoke in the hood ...or in the burbs don't matter they love the erb no matter which side of the tracks they buying the sacks use it to buy tracks didnt use it to buy slacks...i dont slack man You got some new shoes homie thats old news tricking money off at the boutique so he can't pay his dues all i needs some dickies and nikes and ralph lauren need no vacation long as im out touring so all that bullshit i don't need it I don't need it All I need is some new rhymes Typing on my laptop sorry no phone writing im sorry but that shit is to slow that phone typing my brain move to fast i used to just flip them sachs what i did with the cash invested up in some tracks ............................addicted like this some crack addicted to scripting raps to intricate for the wack im on some next level shit corporate company embezzlement white collar crime but hit the streets and still peddle shit cuz you love the grind i did this project strictly only cuz i love to rhyme all american designed to blow your mind industry rappers we show em how to balance pop appeal wit skill i stole the crown .............wore it for a minute got a little bored so im back on my independent ........shit.....ha..radio raps weak working on the truth tape wit a-roy homie as we speak to boost your releases buy you some guest features and leave the tag attached to the song like its some sneakers just cuz its costing a lot don't make it dapper you ain't nice just cuz you paid you a famous rapper so all that bull shit I don't need it I don't need it All I needs a verse from Roy A-Roy: I got to figure out my business formulate a caper a brothers straight suffering from lack of having paper rich rappers bucking at awards shows im on my knees praying for duckets only lord knows if imma ever get out of this debt but you can bet your last dollar you won't ever see this player break a sweat cuz im smooth at killing 16s while EyeJay break your neck I ain't cool wit sucker emcees yall never been a threat violate the trill nigga code im from TX im patient till a label prints them digits on a check not yet...huh...maybe never that ain't goin change the forecast i reign through any weather get it? i said i reign through any weather and my crown is always shining like my partner skin is yellow A-Roy & Dru B Shinin' check the method we shine bright and keep yall buggin cuz the light is so fluorescent

Used to hit up yahoo news or BBC more than i would watch the tube or BET try to learn this world around me, all i ever learned is this world is fuckin crowded not enough houses for everyone to have home, but enough straps for everyone to hold the chrome no money for a loan no money from the bank for you to build a home but plenty money for tanks plenty money for bombs money to hunt sadaam and money to fight Iran and money to get bin laden never underestimate the money that they be having 50 million reward if you kill em or if you grab em put a hand up you ever counted a rack kid 50 mill do you got a clue how many racks that is guaranteed every senator gets a pedicure if not him then his wife but no money to give to medi-care what the fuck So many people that i know know know know So many people that i know know know know So many people that I know deserve better this is an umbrella to help you get through the worst weather Share my pain through multi-syllable rhymes and hyper hypocritical lines like a cia sniper wit a visual im taking shots at these muthafuckin regan hypocrisies that say money trickles down only thing that trickles down are tears off the side of her face before they hit the ground tired of feeding her babies curly fries working drive thru late at night thinking ill surely rise get my order im looking up in her eyes perty eyes makes me just, wanna sever my worldy ties with everything all of this can go to hell bout to make a dynamite bomb and then ill go to shell know that shell gas leaves plenty Africans scarred really all i want is the money back on my card they over charged me 80 bucks and won't refund it i went up in that bitch cussing like i deserve better Top-City, Fort Worth, Kansas City and Dallas Man all across the globe people struggle to earn cheddar to the the little kid victims of human trafficking put a fist up in the air cuz you deserve better Top-City, Fort Worth, Kansas City and Dallas Man all across the globe people struggle to earn cheddar to the the little kid victims of human trafficking put a fist up in the air cuz you deserve better

Reconsidering all of them weed deliveries not to say i was wrong or try to play on your sympathies but to say that its interesting since i quit i been broke yet more richer, hustling score quicker than 9 - 5, 10 - 6, 8 - 4 drive past batteries plus i hate the store, cleveland county jail dog i hate it more, in oklahoma man that state is poor, they waiting for you to pass the speed limit, hope you have it something illegal whatever man they just hope to grab it 5 miles over still slower than the flow of traffic pulled me over bastards hand cuff clasped it ..............................around my wrist told me just to give em some names but i ain't bout to snitch .............just take me to the jail same folks i didn't tell on didn't help me wit my bail Reconsider that Reconsider this if you locked up just think of all the shit that you'll miss Confined to a cell time slower than a snail ....shoulda sent that dosia through the mail cuz hustlers have a short lifespan, bout to change my life man think im bout to wife san from interstate 35 to working at a 9-5 fuck it man ill survive and not just survive but ill strive to make my life more richer lookin at my girl like which metaphor fit her? probably time spend more wit her, go to the store wit her usually i kick it wit death like morticia my girl crying on the couch she need more tissue play her like a game forfeit her, never that if i never stack again ill build my empire off smiles laughs and grins, not back up on my hustle bitch but im back again it ain't like in federal prison im bout spend my life but we all accountable for the way that we spend our life you spend it right you may prevail you spend it wrong you lay in jail on a steel bed paper thin cushion you alive but you feel dead eating old stale bread dreaming bout brisket you get from rail head time is money man you hit it on the nail head spend your time like you spend your money you put your hands in dirt then i promise you'll get em muddy your fingernails getting cruddy.... man clip them shits only get so much time how you gonna spend the shit think of time like money in your account but know police is out they trying to freeze accounts they pull you over in your car put a cuff up on your wrist like a hold up on your card

Try to keep my mind on the mission ridahz ambition muthafuckas sleep like vipers done bit em vicodin venom i continue writing prescriptions and fighting the system right in the midst a muthafuckas who frauding biting my writtens up you sound faulty trying to spit em extra fruity like a sprite wit a lemon im tired of dissing rappers unable to diss back your label the shits wack, toss tornado's at my label my label is intact huh and I don't even give a shit life a fucking bitch man i only ever give her dick & balls to them virgins of burning you need to get them drawls buy an 8th twist it all chase it wit a menthol and sip a tall can my homie in a fight then i get involved damn you twittering your songs but the shit is all spam when it come to hiphop in this city i got the shit that the critics all jam ........this is all planned battle planning wit the generals who shop at dollar general its like we up in zion preparing to fight the sentinels wrex dub up in the lab mixing his chemicals highly analytical rhyming all of my syllables you can tell i, only used to like phonte kweli pharohe peplove & elzhi even weed got a date that you gotta sell by ...if not its the date you inhale by syllable Jedi let lyrical lead fly ............competition i've driven and sped by i've risen and said bye to the fake and hello to the papes.......................or ill see you in a minute might not see you on a major but ill see you independent when i see you bet i greet you wit a smile spend you on a sea do hit a island serving seafood buy my girl something see through ....................................its a funny thought me talking to money but fuck it they say that money talks so i talk back met her through these chron sachs first time money personified in a nas rap in the 90's where they wore white sox hats, and raiders shirt man quick to lay you in the dirt, hit me if you blazing purp i swear im never late to work just hit me and we'll meet at the parking lot by the asian church

Well God Help Me, Marijuana nothing you could tell me county jail in oklahoma where them haters held me came out to a couple truth tape tracks they helped me clear my mind, your life cannot compare to a year of mine tell the judge Im fearing no time but fear my mother crying another rhyme for the world spent some time wit my girl gotta a little rusty keys on my laptop little dusty its nothing dust em off competitors are fuckin soft missed your chance to take my spot door was kinda open now they closing homie gates is locked sorry for ya, couple rappers in my basement still i gotta torture like dexter tape em to the table for hating on my label im satan wit a halo i was weighing dro when yall was playing with play dough watching for cops in plain clothes make doe however im independently grinding change flows whenever forever infinite rhyming put a hand up in the air if you identifying with what i say get high without a blunt of the haze another day in my life spread wings im in flight get a thought then type testing my reflexes wake up eat rappers then eat breakfast sick like mosquito's in mesquite texas im on some other shit fresh like some double mint middle fingers to governments dumpin clips on them innocent kids for the fuck of it more for the bucks they get radio rap i don't fuck wit it im not about it really only liked mac and fiend in no limit days favorite bone thugs off the flow homie i been amazed now a days life is so good bumpin this nas shit irv said if you gonna do this project get back on your kweli shit conscious shit mixed wit getting locked up for some chronic bricks loosing chunks of doe dropped the truth tape a month ago im back on it Shakespearean sonnets astonish with conscious hiphop that you get from me and roy tell the rich white man to keep me employed don't wanna go back to the streets though i was loving it...now a days im on some other shit... Looking for a reason looking for a reason looking for a reason why nobody wanna fuck wit me nobody wanna fuck wit me i think i know why cuz im on some other shit im on some other shit till the day i die they can not fuck wit me the they can not fuck wit me and this is why im on some other shit

No inspiration found in this god forsaken town get some make up clown put it on parade around like the sun is shining but really under the greyest clouds everybody is guilty devil we make him proud ..................everything a facade the muthafucka is wack but everybody applaud .....................cuz homie he got them ends or homie got an in or homie he got a friend at a...radio station homie get you a spin so when you get around homie pretend that he the best out act like you the shit and you never get stressed out you a girl wit nice tits better pull your breast out keep your rhymes about getting money and throw the rest out you in a game my brother where only bread counts count your bread be about your federal notes never go broke praise paper like the heavenly ghost uh huh ain't life a fucked up game without the green dollar dollar bills yall dog i need all my change ....oh so lovely gotta get gotta get get mo money such a hypocrite got my teacher certificate never taught me a class cuz money im used to getting it money im used to getting it quick quicker than that legal 9 to 5 im used to flipping them sachs say money rule the world money rule the earth money rule the hook now money it rule the verse to ...ask lupe, 0 seven superstar dropped and people up at atlantic were like hoo-ray ...............and then these muthafuckin heir branes didn't like his verses so they took him off airplanes ...........................check the changing times wanna get up in the game better learn to change your rhymes ...................when lasers dropped underground heads thought lu was a punk but everybody gotta dumb down everybody dumb down except for eminem man he do what he want uh everybody that i knew growing up sold buds for the love of money we bumpin bone thugs for the love of money we bumpin bone thugs for the love of money we bumpin bone everybody that i knew growing up sold buds for the love of money we bumpin bone thugs for the love of money we bumpin bone thugs this is how we grew up homie this what i told the judge

Like cliff fuck the pin man im staying free they never been the type of men that they claim to be they say they devils but they hanging where the angels be they say they shooters but they always scared to take the three ...................game is on the line they going change they mind ....say they hutlers but they never slanged a dime .....back in the day they clowned you if you was rapping phony now a days you lying they gonna give you platinum trophy ................................best that you can hope is gold if you tell the truth that means five hundred thousand sold .............................which means five hundred thousand know ....it ain't about your image man its all about your flow ............hypocritical little bit im about my doe ............i been focused since 28 like an ounce dro or 26 like two missing and shit my new mission to get my crew living legit licks take improv you stick to the script licks take improv you stick to the script licks take improv you stick to the script licks take improv what you know about it no matter who hand you paper man you should know to count it wasn't born in the top id be your accountant CFO some shit like that shit getting doe not flippin packs .........but fuck it my education it came in the streets top city remains in my heart weed was by my balls money on my mind degree is on my wall hey Im off that wu tang manual i bring the fuckin fire butane flammable Im off that wu tang manual i bring the fuckin fire butane flammable like Hussein and a rope they found me underground wit money went and put the noose up on my throat threw me gainst the ropes closed lined hit me wit the turnbuckle all cause my erb hustle crack dictionaries you'll see my face by the word struggle synonmys the people i love i got earn double learnt trouble el find you if you go lookin for it made classic albums you should look for torrents Hey man i pray my sound is enduring drop another soon as paul bounce me a version you might see it one day on soundcloud when you surfing the net lil rappers never earning respect, no courage to step i rhyme like im bursting a tech, words that reflect life that i live stripes that i earned, mics that i burned, life like a gamble rolling dice as a kid i never crapped out worked at a bank but where i stack count was in the streets running wanna compete you left in the dust, yellow flag for you but the checkered for us mic collecting no rust arrested in cuffs told detectives to suck my dick

And let the headlights beam you can kill me but can't dead my dreams and i rep my team tell em work hard you expect nice things hey in this ugly life I seen dark days the sun ain't bright doing wrong to get your money right when your money tight life is fuckin hard you goin run or fight are you gonna rise or succumb to life is you the og or the busta type life a fucking gamble so chuck the dice man ain't nothing nice catch me in the streets man im running lights red ones i like all presidents as long as they some dead ones id even like george bush close to the edge homie so don't push....still dreaming this my hiphopheadhustler style thinking back to those times i drove hundreds of miles thousands of miles chasing my dream albums came out we made it routine to come with our best shit innovative next shit listening to 4hm tell im on some stressed shit couple thousand dollar loss shit...you ever roll your window down and toss bricks...running from the cops shit loosing all you profits uh just some livin in the top shit uh cuz of me my brother stopped by policeman and he getting searched why cuz i stopped dreaming wrex washington said them my best lines listening to 4hm tell em those were stressed times that ain't dreaming man thats scheming they ain't the same bout to make dmp and change the game back then i couldnt write if i wasnt in my car till greg started coming wit his guitar to irvs out, add one not sure how it would turn out all i know im bout to show em what these words bout same time dmp penning burnt out live it up looking at the streets bout to give em up looking at these rappers bout to hit em up 4hm me on my grind add one me clearing my mind dmp was a little bit of both lyrically was me showing my growth round then becoming one of the nicest xtc becoming one of my vicest wit me these fuckin rappers started beefing theres always goin be bullshit you gotta keep dreaming

Im bout to try again, on this road to success just let your tires spin, i begin amending my life starting all over sparking the dosia not im facing charges cuz of oklahoma cops they charging me intent to distribute i say im trying to pay my rent and contribute up to the world and you can hate but i was trying at least my philosophy never understood by the police look at the beast they feast picking they teeth on people that they sweep off of the street this is the environment that your homie was trying in you stood beside of him you could feel the fire within desire the win so much i go up even when im falling so what like rawlings ill bounce up build it from the ground up empires that is they like the way i spoke like dayton wire rims...now so keep trying watch for police sirens stay cautious weigh all your options when you deciding what your next move is, as for me my apartments where a recluse live the next couple months take some time to my self redefining my style like i ain't seen dru in a while and then ill pop up don't see me its safe to say that im locked up this is how i deal wit the stress thats why its brought up ...in every line a revolutionary combined wit a street hustler darwinian times we in the grind survival of the fit american translation survival of the rich just trying to make my doe trying like de la soul the devil trying hard to take my soul no never give my spirit up till the next time keep your head and your lyrics up DRU

Uninspired so sick no time to write at all to everyone in the world im fuckin tired a yall cop a pound im stressed im bout to light it all everybody thats hating im down to fight you all .................................i need a Tylenol wanna stop smoking these squares but man i might with drawl and be even worse the only time el ever rest el probably be the hearse fuck you if you need a verse and you ain't roy, zeus, cuddy or wrex a couple others there very few i respect much love to every crew that i met who kept it real we barely knew that you left when your pussy ass stop coming around lying on twitter like you running the town to critics listening there's nothing profound up in this rap im just venting give a fuck how it sound but i aint dumbin it down never They knocked me down they knocked me down but still im getting up ain't nothin changed ain't nothin changed im still goin live it up you keep your lyrics up then one day you goin get your bucks you keep your lyrics up then one day you goin get your bucks Just fuckin around trying to clear my mind no gold surrounding my neck but still my lyrics shine no champagne bottle fuck it man beer is fine preparing for the future know we goin see weirder times recession turn to depression you still goin hear my rhymes all these rappers thats chasing dollars el fall behind stop rapping if there's no chance to get rich or get you a groupie braud to put her hands on your dick put you in a ambulance quick you weak hearted bitch defibrillator shots cannot fix weak hearts, these biters they teeth sharp on top of that gotta watch for police cars no cherries on em back in the day we used to bb gun and cherry bomb em but now im cleaning up my act like im wit marry poppins this like my thirteenth or fourteenth project im barely starting cop the catalog and let it soak in like you terry clothin