Lyrics RewardingRisk - MeatSpady

Rolling Hills we was seven deep
Three niggas in my room that's capacity
I had to share my bed thought that shyt was weak
But if my brother wasn't wit me then I couldn't sleep
I used to pray by twenty five God would make me rich
Thirty bands at nineteen you couldn't tell me shit
But in reality I only counted half of that
Which ain't make sense cause I wasn't selling half the crack
Damn that let me know I had a lot to learn
Like even after paying dues you gotta wait your turn
Momma called me crying sober said she scared as hell
The only way this was gone end was either dead or jail
And where you at you know them crackers ain't gone give you bail
So when they catch you don't expect for me to send you mail
Days later I got snagged with some rocks on me
Too hard to swallow I'm just praying they don't pop on me
Baking soda cocaine embedded in my membrane
Backseat of that cop car feel like I'm going insane
Gotta keep my composure can't show my exposure
Mouth full of saliva starting to runneth over
One officer in the front of me other one in the back of me
I gotta get these rocks out of my mouth and do it carefully
The one in front of me wasn't paying attention
The one in back of me was in his phone texting
Turn my head to the left and spit it out
Fuck wherever it landed I was just happy to get it out
They took me inside the station I'm sitting patiently waiting
700 cash on me peep the explanation
Oh that? I give people rides I'm a hack
From Lackawanna to Philly and bring em right back
Baby face and I dressed like a prep kid
Vocabulary extensive ain't talking like they rest did
Contributing factors to me never getting arrested
Now it's suit jackets I like my shit double breasted
I'm rich in my spirit that mean my prayers manifested
This shyt feel good for all the pain that I invested
I came so far from a boy being molested
To shoe box money stacking it up like its Tetris
To limited liability corps on my necklace
And once I get this crib I'm gone really start flexing
I'm a fuckin beast
Defined the odds and I beat the streets
Got a degree and I be spitting these raps niggas ain't hot as me
And not mention I be singing I can hold a key
But I still beat yo ass if you fuck with me
All my kids got my name what that say about me
I know a bunch of real bitches who don't play about me
That nigga Bank will life and a day about me
My Gramz love me every Sunday she pray about me
When I get married my Zawja won't go a day without me
My OGs always said I had a way about me
Can't judge me if you don't love me
Stay the fuck from round me
Don't give a fuck what nobody else gotta say about me

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