Reverse It
It's all good till it's not good
All about the money
Life struggles
Play it forward and get a better result
They'll gun you down
Run you, clown
Talking tough
In a gown
Settle down
This is not the one
To fuck with now
Pistol to your head
Have to go brown
Bag paper money
On this rundown
Match the blood on the ground
A Poor boy riches renown
A king with two crowns
Hit them like the crackdown
Pacing my dreams before sundown
They don't see numbers
But they want to countdown
A new year
Changing my sleeves
Prosperity in this boom town
My momma spoke life's fears
While she spoke bout being a wife
You just got to buckle down life
But never scale down for a breakdown
That's a simple knockdown
Keeps dogs like Georgetown
Find you even in midtown
Feed your ribs led now
That's a proper noun now
So you understand
Don't play with somebody that's not playing
Life is so serious
You know fuck it man
Fooling with big bread now
Consistency hurts now
The money makes them flirt now
While death makes them live
The cost of hitting pay dirt
All I'm thinking is I hope she squirts
She pulling on my Ecelugich T-shirt
Knocking over the frozen dessert
Now she spoiled her skirt
Pleasure and paint
Together never hurts
The art in painting with words
Go, girl
In a minute you'll see what I'm talking about
Or it might be in a couple of seconds
But look up and what you see
Can you really see it
Or what you just see is something else
Believe me
I know the 12 laws brother
Even when I'm spitting Naronia
With my worst flaws sucker
The cashiers still own in y'all
Where's your change
Or you myth man or god
That's strange
You coming back
Every six hundred years
Even if it's the
End up pushing a Benz
For six hundred years
I won't change or switch side on my friends
For six hundred year times ten
Still, don't be a sucker
You have to watch out for them snakes
Cause every time man
Is always a time for snakes to do snake things
So you know you got to keep a eye out
Ten toes down
They're looking for a modern-day messiah
Showdown
While this regular shit goes down
I'm still mystifying
My greatest enemies
And blessing friends
Walking through the valley of death
With some ends
No not a carpenter's son
I'm a lunatic son
I know secrets like the Vatican son
All this knowledge I'm giving is genuine
Not genuine
For a minute
I thought you was a killer
And I was like damn
Then I saw how you was moving
I was like now killers don't move like that this nigga is a sucker
All about the money
Life struggles
Play it forward and get a better result
They'll gun you down
Run you, clown
Talking tough
In a gown
Settle down
This is not the one
To fuck with now
Pistol to your head
Have to go brown
Bag paper money
On this rundown
Match the blood on the ground
A Poor boy riches renown
A king with two crowns
Hit them like the crackdown
Pacing my dreams before sundown
They don't see numbers
But they want to countdown
A new year
Changing my sleeves
Prosperity in this boom town
My momma spoke life's fears
While she spoke bout being a wife
You just got to buckle down life
But never scale down for a breakdown
That's a simple knockdown
Keeps dogs like Georgetown
Find you even in midtown
Feed your ribs led now
That's a proper noun now
So you understand
Don't play with somebody that's not playing
Life is so serious
You know fuck it man
Fooling with big bread now
Consistency hurts now
The money makes them flirt now
While death makes them live
The cost of hitting pay dirt
All I'm thinking is I hope she squirts
She pulling on my Ecelugich T-shirt
Knocking over the frozen dessert
Now she spoiled her skirt
Pleasure and paint
Together never hurts
The art in painting with words
Go, girl
In a minute you'll see what I'm talking about
Or it might be in a couple of seconds
But look up and what you see
Can you really see it
Or what you just see is something else
Believe me
I know the 12 laws brother
Even when I'm spitting Naronia
With my worst flaws sucker
The cashiers still own in y'all
Where's your change
Or you myth man or god
That's strange
You coming back
Every six hundred years
Even if it's the
End up pushing a Benz
For six hundred years
I won't change or switch side on my friends
For six hundred year times ten
Still, don't be a sucker
You have to watch out for them snakes
Cause every time man
Is always a time for snakes to do snake things
So you know you got to keep a eye out
Ten toes down
They're looking for a modern-day messiah
Showdown
While this regular shit goes down
I'm still mystifying
My greatest enemies
And blessing friends
Walking through the valley of death
With some ends
No not a carpenter's son
I'm a lunatic son
I know secrets like the Vatican son
All this knowledge I'm giving is genuine
Not genuine
For a minute
I thought you was a killer
And I was like damn
Then I saw how you was moving
I was like now killers don't move like that this nigga is a sucker
Credits
Writer(s): Croesus Ecelugich
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