Lyrics Building - K.A.A.N.

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Tell ′em we eat, we feasting, hell it's not no problem
Wonder why a nigga had to go so hard, I ain′t have no options
Got sick of the bullshit that I never tolerate, it made me nauseous
Gotta watch for the snakes in the grass,
I cut the head off of a serpent
Shit I had to tell them motherfuckers I'm working
Grinding, stacking, better yet building
Get lost in the lights you might
I want my name on the front of the goddamn building
I'ma make it out if it don′t kill me
Cold blooded I ain′t got no feelings
Had to tell thеm motherfuckers I'm working
Grinding, stacking, bettеr yet building

I been on a quest for weeks, I′m in need of the necessities
I'm feeling like money ain′t enough for me
A one of one, a diamond in the rough is what you see
A nigga been cooking everything for the seed
Allow me to proceed and prosper, please call a doctor
They taking niggas out, it's the graveyard or locked up
Your third eye blind, they been blocked your chakras
All of this shit is fake, these are actors with Oscars
We want the high life with the caviar and the lobsters
The type of shit that they put in the movies with the mobsters
A couple loony niggas off of they meds in the Mazda
Conversating conspiracy theories, plotting the contra′
Mausoleums they built for the god of war, he's a monster
Monetizing Obamas and mazel tov to the problems
A man that made more than the minimum of the profits
I told them motherfuckers I got it

Tell 'em we eat, we feasting, hell it′s not no problem
Wonder why a nigga had to go so hard, I ain′t have no options
Got sick of the bullshit that I never tolerate, it made me nauseous
Gotta watch for the snakes in the grass,
I cut the head off of a serpent
Shit I had to tell them motherfuckers I'm working
Grinding, stacking, better yet building
Get lost in the lights you might
I want my name on the front of the goddamn building
I′ma make it out if it don't kill me
Cold blooded I ain′t got no feelings
Had to tell them motherfuckers I'm working
Grinding, stacking, better yet building