Lyrics D.M.J. (FEET FAREL) - THE ROACHEZ

You know what I'm doing?
I'm in the studio, working getting paid

Comin' collect like the tax man
Yo money mine so relax man
Summer heat, not breakin' a sweat
Copper toned, I'm tan like the best
Gotta break it down for you lads
Educated to gettin this bag
Shoppin' or bagger no matter I'm better
Bet I'm the latter high top on the ladder
Nowadays no better woman
I'm lovin' everyone even went and did 'em
Callin' me a sinner jus for expressin'
Lil gratitude for all of my brethren
Lil solitude not locked but we suffer
Unfair advantage to those born buffer
Gotta keep it real get rich and you get up
Everyday feelin' like a brand new getup

Imma strike while the steel hot
Fuck a four-year, I'm free while the heat drops
Now imagine if Brock didn't take shot
Imagine if Ye West dint make drop out
Degree to the top thats a cop out
Ain't dropping shit boy you is locked out
Hard work in the cave, we ain't luck out
Won't complain when I'm wearin' a buss-down

Frivolous things define success
Money for me is not a threat
You gon' leave dreams over a check?
What about you when your parents are dead?
What about you when it's only you left?
Living for others, your life is a reck
In the same lane, I'm in a jet
Who do you blame, I'm doing my best

Tryna buss-down all my teeth
Tryna get grills tryna steak in the heat
Tryna be one the greatest like brand new Martin
Tryna meet all the people who gobble my meat
Tryna cut for the summer my beater don't reek
Get all the gains so my heater don't sink
Tryna get hella money so my people don't think
Tryna give back to people who helped when I'm weak
Gonna give back to people who help when I'm weak
Give back to people who knew the next Meek
Tryna hold back all my bars
Gettin' jewelry jus ain't that hard
Gettin' women just like a chore
I'm spendin' on em cuz I'm not hard
Gonna get money just for relief
Keep it a buck spend it on all on a lease

Sixteen a month and I don't get my tips
Paying 18 just for sandwich
All I do is make drinks, no I'm not a bartender
Used to make sausage with the links
I don't care what anybody thinks
Spending all my money my bank account shrinks
Sanitation rinse on the three compartment sink
Forty dollar pens and I write out all the ink
I got a watch no don't wanna talk
I'm on the block runnin' time don't stop
Myself in a shop, backing up on stock
She asked for my Insta don't wanna interlock
Professional image thrown right out the door
I told a customer to clean up the floors
Taking ten of orders this shit makes me bored
Ain't dealing with overtime activists I'm more of potential I-