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We're doing this for money Live and direct from the belly of the beast Where we pour out Henny for deceased Numbers don't lie, give a penny for the guy But they won't give a penny to the streets [?] on repeat, [?] their teens Privileged kids got a semi in their jeans These kids got a semi in their jeans Mad to believe, this what our streets have come to Warfare with nowhere to run through But all this [?] can't still love you That's why I stay with a quick 16 on me Nobody can take these 16's from me Make my paper and tuck that properly Pay my taxes and fuck those bobby's Trust nobody I ain't meeting no suits in lobbies I ain't smoking no zoots with donny I ain't handing out man no brollies When I rain on all of these wally's Bare bodies You could have a bear's body, don't dare cross me Life of a lyricist in the times that we're living in Gotta speak mind of the biggest things Shine is irrelevant, the grind is imperative SongtexteGotta put pride over millions Stride what the vision is, never lie to the listeners No hype on the innocent And when the pie is a billion, slice it and divvy it That's my life in lyrics (Everyday) Pile up figures (Everyday) Work so hard (Everyday) We're dying for a living (Everyday) For clothes and the cars (Everyday) Welcome to my city (Every weekend, yeah) Say it loud Word to the brother brown Better know I'm black and I'm proud If we're talking 'bout P's better know I'm mashing it down Without bagging ounce Rappers always thinking that the top looks better down But the top looks better crowned, Kings and Queens of this shit Man [?] books reading for this Good youts walk amongst evil and win Man lights up a regis for him, better squeeze one from him (Brah) Squeeze one again (Brah), squeeze one for Ace Squeeze one for Stormin, soldiers that sing with the pen Real spitters like us bleed through the ink Man lack guidance Man hurt my man, just now run up on my man Point on dialogue, just backed out and start firing The ends is wylin', the feds try silence But we ain't shucking and jiving Master of ceremonies If it wasn't for the mic of the miccy's, man would have really sold keys Cah man [?] and man know hella Tony's We only respect that man if he never told on a cody The ends so sticky (Everyday) On my nan's road (Everyday) They fire 4 fizzy's (Everyday) One day she opened the door (Everyday) To empty shells on the floor (Everyday) Welcome to my city (Every weekend, yeah) Black tie (Everyday) Trouser crease (Everyday) Another funeral (Everyday) Another rest in peace (Everyday) Another judge gives out 20 (Everyday) Welcome to my city (Every weekend, yeah) Now the brothers moving so divided We used to link up at McD's, alie Reg? Pie and ice cream Convoy to Ray's without no licence I flow the nicest Light up mic, they wind down, but I digress Slave to my morals But when you got no faith in the system, hungry today, fuck tomorrow Why would you listen to bigger my AMG and not 180 G's Raise some hell, buy some YSL Do for self (To survive in this world) (Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday) (Everyday, every weekend, yeah) Welcome to my city man (Everyday) East side shit (Everyday) The shit we go through every single day (Everyday) And to the ones knee deep in it, I can't blame you for this shit, the games fucking rigged, but something's gotta give (Everyday) 'Cause something's got to give, what the fuck happened to Newham man? (Everyday) We gotta rewrite the ending to this shit (Everyday) It's too many lives now (Every weekend, yeah) Too many lives now man Well lets talk about it Lets talk about it Aus Songtexte Mania