SBA
You know we had to get this s- out the mud
We had to run this s- up, we couldn't wait on nobody or we wasn't gonna get it
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Said we come from the mud, we come from the trap house)
(We were taught to hustle and go get it-)
Yeah, yeah
Unemployment kicked in, now it's free bands
Hit the boosters up for a Nike check, they playin'
Quarantine cost, drank man want four a line
If you ain't got no cake, better run up, young n-, it's time (yeah, yeah)
And these white folks keep killin' all of our people
Ain't no help for my black brothers and my black sisters and they reachin'
Gotta run when we see 12, if they ain't shootin' us, then they beat us
This money got the whole world blind when s- really ain't equal
I got two cars from EDD, bro just popped on on PPP
It's been two days, ain't have no sleep, every day a new way, I can't miss my beat
Better stay out my way, better stay out that street, my killers, they risk, they signed to the streets
They don't ever get to smile, they'll take your teeth, yeah, yeah
(They don't ever get to smile, they'll take your teeth, yeah, yeah)
And I pray that the chopper still choppin' (I pray that the chopper still choppin')
And I pray that the boppers still boppin'
No more Section 8, we in a better place
No more EBT, we putting cash in our refrigerator
Don't let your pride get in the way, or interfere with paper
I don't give no f- if you sell p-, baby, get your paper
Pending cases, I ain't tryna be in jail right now
Unemployment money got my opps flee as hell right now
Now I'm on top, they wanna plot, I can see it fair right now
Seven different incomes, I got seven cells now, yea-yeah
Unemployment kicked in, now it's free bands
Hit the boosters up for a Nike check, they playin'
Quarantine cost, drank man want four a line
If you ain't got no cake, better run up, young n-, it's time (yeah, yeah)
And these white folks keep killin' all of our people
Ain't no help for my black brothers and my black sisters and they reachin'
Gotta run when we see 12, if they ain't shootin' us, then they beat us
This money got the whole world blind when s- really ain't equal (yeah, yeah)
And I pray that the chopper still choppin'
And I pray that the boppers still boppin'
And I pray that the chopper still choppin'
We had to run this s- up, we couldn't wait on nobody or we wasn't gonna get it
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Said we come from the mud, we come from the trap house)
(We were taught to hustle and go get it-)
Yeah, yeah
Unemployment kicked in, now it's free bands
Hit the boosters up for a Nike check, they playin'
Quarantine cost, drank man want four a line
If you ain't got no cake, better run up, young n-, it's time (yeah, yeah)
And these white folks keep killin' all of our people
Ain't no help for my black brothers and my black sisters and they reachin'
Gotta run when we see 12, if they ain't shootin' us, then they beat us
This money got the whole world blind when s- really ain't equal
I got two cars from EDD, bro just popped on on PPP
It's been two days, ain't have no sleep, every day a new way, I can't miss my beat
Better stay out my way, better stay out that street, my killers, they risk, they signed to the streets
They don't ever get to smile, they'll take your teeth, yeah, yeah
(They don't ever get to smile, they'll take your teeth, yeah, yeah)
And I pray that the chopper still choppin' (I pray that the chopper still choppin')
And I pray that the boppers still boppin'
No more Section 8, we in a better place
No more EBT, we putting cash in our refrigerator
Don't let your pride get in the way, or interfere with paper
I don't give no f- if you sell p-, baby, get your paper
Pending cases, I ain't tryna be in jail right now
Unemployment money got my opps flee as hell right now
Now I'm on top, they wanna plot, I can see it fair right now
Seven different incomes, I got seven cells now, yea-yeah
Unemployment kicked in, now it's free bands
Hit the boosters up for a Nike check, they playin'
Quarantine cost, drank man want four a line
If you ain't got no cake, better run up, young n-, it's time (yeah, yeah)
And these white folks keep killin' all of our people
Ain't no help for my black brothers and my black sisters and they reachin'
Gotta run when we see 12, if they ain't shootin' us, then they beat us
This money got the whole world blind when s- really ain't equal (yeah, yeah)
And I pray that the chopper still choppin'
And I pray that the boppers still boppin'
And I pray that the chopper still choppin'
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Dukes, Najee Nickle
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