Lyrics I Gotta Point - Species

If you ain′t makin' any dollars it ain′t makin' any sense (Cents)
I got bars not locked up but this the end of my sentence
I be breathin' heat not AC better check your vents
I put the ball to the paper I gotta point with my pen

Yeah cuz you ain′t makin′ any sense now
Get to work it's the time cuz we on lockdown
If we playin′ chess Ima take your pawn out
You say I'm trash but I hear your speakers with me on loud
Yeah now we in quarantine
Step your game up when I listen to you I be snoring
I take a listen and I fall asleep
Man I swear your shit is boring
Put the pen to the pad then I get straight to work
You ain′t takin my advise but you surprised when you get murked
Cuz I blew you out the water yeah I put you in the dirt
Did the same to the beat and you wonder why you hurtin'

If you ain′t makin' any dollars it ain't makin′ any sense (Cents)
I got bars not locked up but this the end of my sentence
I be breathin′ heat not AC better check your vents
I put the ball to the paper I gotta point with my pen

Gotta pen and a pad all in my pocket
It's crazy paper and words they makin′ profit
Ya'll really out here you tellin′ me to stop it
But you jealous cuz I'm makin′ moves caught the game and I locked it
You already know that I got the key
You ain't gettin' it it′s stayin′ up with me
You don't even know what I see
But it′s my future and I'm pretty happy
I am spittin′ this shit and I am never givin' it up
Rhymes in my blood born with it it isn′t luck
If we on the ice I got the stick and you're the puck
Cuz I'm hitting you around and i do not give a fuck

If you ain′t makin′ any dollars it ain't makin′ any sense (Cents)
I got bars not locked up but this the end of my sentence
I be breathin' heat not AC better check your vents
I put the ball to the paper I gotta point with my pen