Dead Prez
I need the bag
For all the times I was down on my ass
Down on my luck so I picked up the mask
Niggas gon know that I'm here for the stash
I got the grip now I'm doing the dash
Think of my past and it's making me mad
Many men went from wishing me bad
To hands out like I owe em some cash
What the fuck
Tell em I said what's up
I ain't been in this mode since I was a youth but I came to buck
Young bull out the cut
Moving weight tummy tuck
Paper chasing to the front
They gon see the way I shoot
Always coming in the clutch
Devin booker I'm the one
Like that
Niggas better run that back
Spin the block and make it Iraq
Pay me now or jersey going black
Warren Sapp how I get the sack
Body Bagging all my latest tracks
And niggas didn't even know I rapped
But now I send invoices through the fax
When niggas hit my line for the slaps
Facts
They gotta run me the max
They gotta show me a stack
I done came up from the slums
Product go like a bird in the trap
And they wanna see where we at
Well I changed the bracket of tax
Sipping this Henny off tap
Watch me put the ville on the map
(I JUST WANT THE PAPER)
Hell cat riding with the gang twisting fingers
Shooter staying with me know you gotta keep the Nina
And if it's bout a band then you know where we at
This is not the same boy with the busted up sneakers (Naw)
Call up The Leakers
Cause I got some shit that I need to get off of my chest
And I'm feeling pressed
So I bring the static
Like Rodman I'm crashing the boards from the West
I put my all in this shit so make sure the checks is figured and signed with respect
Cause if I bring the drama well reverends need calling your honor
I'm laying these niggas to rest
But Let me digress I'm fresh off the steps
I Jumped off the porch and landed in stress
It's always a bill, a broad or test
That I'm trying to swerve Take that to the left
So I get on beats and beat em to death
To make sure I'm paid and make sure I'm next
The Wrist do the work to make em invest
And verse got the words that make her undress
(Yeah)
I'm in my Telfar moving Teflon you gon know who to bet on
I am not one to rest on when flow is that heron
You get stepped one
I'm Hendrix in rare form
I set fire to Melbourne
And niggas been hating and I haven't popped
Let's see how they act When the race won
(Lets Get It)
For all the times I was down on my ass
Down on my luck so I picked up the mask
Niggas gon know that I'm here for the stash
I got the grip now I'm doing the dash
Think of my past and it's making me mad
Many men went from wishing me bad
To hands out like I owe em some cash
What the fuck
Tell em I said what's up
I ain't been in this mode since I was a youth but I came to buck
Young bull out the cut
Moving weight tummy tuck
Paper chasing to the front
They gon see the way I shoot
Always coming in the clutch
Devin booker I'm the one
Like that
Niggas better run that back
Spin the block and make it Iraq
Pay me now or jersey going black
Warren Sapp how I get the sack
Body Bagging all my latest tracks
And niggas didn't even know I rapped
But now I send invoices through the fax
When niggas hit my line for the slaps
Facts
They gotta run me the max
They gotta show me a stack
I done came up from the slums
Product go like a bird in the trap
And they wanna see where we at
Well I changed the bracket of tax
Sipping this Henny off tap
Watch me put the ville on the map
(I JUST WANT THE PAPER)
Hell cat riding with the gang twisting fingers
Shooter staying with me know you gotta keep the Nina
And if it's bout a band then you know where we at
This is not the same boy with the busted up sneakers (Naw)
Call up The Leakers
Cause I got some shit that I need to get off of my chest
And I'm feeling pressed
So I bring the static
Like Rodman I'm crashing the boards from the West
I put my all in this shit so make sure the checks is figured and signed with respect
Cause if I bring the drama well reverends need calling your honor
I'm laying these niggas to rest
But Let me digress I'm fresh off the steps
I Jumped off the porch and landed in stress
It's always a bill, a broad or test
That I'm trying to swerve Take that to the left
So I get on beats and beat em to death
To make sure I'm paid and make sure I'm next
The Wrist do the work to make em invest
And verse got the words that make her undress
(Yeah)
I'm in my Telfar moving Teflon you gon know who to bet on
I am not one to rest on when flow is that heron
You get stepped one
I'm Hendrix in rare form
I set fire to Melbourne
And niggas been hating and I haven't popped
Let's see how they act When the race won
(Lets Get It)
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Writer(s): Joshua Seay
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