Текст песни The Cleaners - LE$

Look, staring out the windows of the cleaners
Zoned out chronic day dreamer
Thinking about ah beamer my homie just copped a Saab
Swear it makes me wanna quit this fucking job
I'm working too hard ain't got nothing to show
Bummy clothes and that paper coming way too slow
I need some options see my partner out there clocking
Moving flow like it's blow
Scoop me up and told me what I should know
Now we flipping through the trenches and I'm soaking up game
Told him I just want the money don't require the fame
Ain't really trying to swang rather stay in my lane
Just trying to get some change and still leave the way I came
See my aim stays focused on the target
Hustle hard but don't forget to be the smartest
You got to play the game can't let it play you
Can put you in a Benz or a grave you choose
Little homie with ah big dream
Get paid then I ride clean
Then I saw that beamer staring out the window of the cleaners
I just gotta get it
Word on the street ah nigga on
Set my partner on chrome when he came home
Matter of fact it was the gold star 5's
Different lingo you couldn't identify
Floss through the city no tint and gold chains
New king pins of the audio dope game
Wasn't happy they hating because we got it
Show love to yo' face but still ploting
Wanna knock you off your horse take you off your track
Wanna take the butchers knife and put it in your back
That's why compassion is something you gotta lack
Nothing but wolves in this game you gotta adapt
Choppin' down trees fuck a beaten path
The fire might be hot but it don't ever last
And eventually that candle gon' burn out
And we still shine ain't that crazy how it turn out
What you doing man what's that?
You tell me man
It looks like coke nigga, You fuck me up A
You never say shit B, just come out the blue with some coke huh