Cut to the Chase
Never depended on a shorty for a single thing
Went and got my own bag so I can make it rain
Remember when I was dead broke, I ain't even have change
Now we out here getting new money via foreign exchange
Cutting to the chase, the feds don't want us in cages
They just want niggas dead or working for minimum wage
How can you hate us when y'all crackers the ones enslaved us?
What you left with when you have no glock, baton or taser?
Even the odds out, they'll never be in your favor
Let's get political, signing the petitions and waivers
Justice need to be served for all those whom it deserved
When you're dying handcuffed face to the ground next to a curb, word!
Cut to the chase nigga, I'll say it your face nigga
(God damn tay, it's like that now bruh)
Hell yeah, I go dum crazy
You know Zac and Tay we in this bitch
Deep in a hole you go, I'll throw ya fuck ass in a ditch
Niggas soft like cotton, stop frontin' you ain't tough
You looking for us? GPS the addy homie you can pull up
Tighten up and clear the air before I gas this bitch out
I ain't promoting No Nigga, ask ya hoe for a shout out
You aint getting money, naw I can't fuck with ya
You a bitch nigga, PMS, you should paint ya toes red nigga
I can see the top is lonely, there's only room for one
I'm the last man standing, competition, I don't see none
Went and got my own bag so I can make it rain
Remember when I was dead broke, I ain't even have change
Now we out here getting new money via foreign exchange
Cutting to the chase, the feds don't want us in cages
They just want niggas dead or working for minimum wage
How can you hate us when y'all crackers the ones enslaved us?
What you left with when you have no glock, baton or taser?
Even the odds out, they'll never be in your favor
Let's get political, signing the petitions and waivers
Justice need to be served for all those whom it deserved
When you're dying handcuffed face to the ground next to a curb, word!
Cut to the chase nigga, I'll say it your face nigga
(God damn tay, it's like that now bruh)
Hell yeah, I go dum crazy
You know Zac and Tay we in this bitch
Deep in a hole you go, I'll throw ya fuck ass in a ditch
Niggas soft like cotton, stop frontin' you ain't tough
You looking for us? GPS the addy homie you can pull up
Tighten up and clear the air before I gas this bitch out
I ain't promoting No Nigga, ask ya hoe for a shout out
You aint getting money, naw I can't fuck with ya
You a bitch nigga, PMS, you should paint ya toes red nigga
I can see the top is lonely, there's only room for one
I'm the last man standing, competition, I don't see none
Credits
Writer(s): Zacchaeus Jackson, Asante Frazier
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