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I got a bucket it's a
Moone rover
Go over thirty and get
Moved over
Red and blue hues
Accused of bad news
And my budgets drowning under cool water
Aye fuck the ticket
Bitch I'm the ticket
Lil bitch I'm livid
Look
We blame the racist and the corporations
Lil bitch I'm rapping for my reparations
They went to braking at our preparations
Always get shot off our high horse
They're praying that the hooves
Smash our black faces
But it's
Shake that ass hoe
I know you went and paid ten bands for
I hope you went and saved ten bands more
Like ain't that what your only fans for?
I'll hold the camera for your next show
I can make you
Holler for a dollar
Make you poppin
While I pop ya
Call me Papi
You're so shameful to your mom
Ain't it kinda funny
How the police
Use to shackle
You for hustling
Now I bet a few's subscribed by the month
If it's a war on drugs
I guess the drugs won
If you can't beat them then join them
then watch the funds come
Fun time
Fat bum
Nice wine
Leave on the pumps
Candle lights
Music up
Holding you
Close
Just
Slide
Me a few
Dollars
This
Blue collar
Money
Ain't for me
No
I need it light speed
I need it rushing in faster than it
Goes
Just
Slide
Me a few
Dollars
This
Blue collar
Money
Ain't for me
No
Ain't tryna brown nose for gold
We'd rather fill a few nose
With some snow
That ain't the God in me speaking
Job want me to come in
And ruin my weekend
I feel like they gotta be tweaking
But I'm not thinking
A hustles a hustle
A hustler hustles
Bruising and sweating
And using my muscle
Turn on the jets in the tub while I touch ya
That's for the cool down
I work with hot metal
You make the wrong move
Kaboom the whole town
So I need my lady to use my tool like a tool
And fix my mood
And smooth
And do what women do
It's going down
If she's got my back like that
For sure that hers gets blown out
Tired of the trap and the
False hope
Tired of the smoke and the
Bad dope
Life on the up til it's
On slope
Take leaps of faith until
I croak
Jeez Louise
Jesus please
Oh that ain't your name bro?
Well whoever you are
Like your brown skin
l've been torn and broke
Remember I wrote grow when I was 24
still need some more
Never heard moms crying poor me
Even back when we were poor
I can pop addies from the plug
And still stay away from coke
Them white hoods control them white coats
Just
Slide
Me a few
Dollars
This
Blue collar
Money
Ain't for me
No
I need it light speed
I need it rushing in faster than it
Goes
Just
Slide
Me a few
Dollars
This
Blue collar
Money
Ain't for me
No
Ain't tryna brown nose for gold
We'd rather fill a few nose
With some snow
WRITERS
Quentavius Greene
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