The Effect

Just spent a week out of town, I'm on my way home
I can't relate to you bum niggas that stay home
Muchos dolores on the way homes
Watch what you say, cause if it's about my pesos, I don't play homes

I remember calling moms on the pay phone
We was running round Englewood like we was way grown
Made a killing in those troubled streets
Get it back to STL, it's gon' double at least

Napalm, I burn everything in sight
Send somebody to your crib and take everything but life
In St. Louis, dawg, the best thing we got is fried rice
But the gleam team gas is sitting at the right price

So potent, the pack take you back
Gotta buy it twice
Nowadays, you want a piece of the pie, you buy a slice
I swear to God, it's all payola

They acting like they don't see a nigga cooking up the straight yola
Coalition, it's the takeover
No talent, no problem
They just give a bitch a makeover

A set of double D's and a BBL
All these abbreviations, bet the bitch can't even spell
Spend all that money and you mad the bitch don't even sell
People artificial nowadays and you can't even tell

The real from the fake, the healer from the snake
Hard to tell the right decision from a big mistake
Whack niggas don't get a pass neither
If you trash, don't ever send me beats and don't ask for features

Cause I ain't heard of none of you clowns
The coalition military gunning you down
Last kid to test Napalm is up in the clouds
All y'all cats rap the same and act the same

No originality left and that's a shame
The last of a dying breed, bitch you know the name

These niggas wanna chill but I don't have the time
That's why I do double the work in half the time

It's Napalm, no bells and whistles
All you see is fighter pilots and the smell of missiles
This real life not what you see on the television
Never let a nigga distract or derail the vision

Keep pushing bro, I know it's hard to live
The little bit of love I got is hard to give
As long as you got fam, you straight
Real fam got a hundred pounds of love for every gram of hate

A billion dollar nigga gotta make a plan
Money gon' make things better but don't make the man
The struggles of life can break a man
So I stay at high altitudes tryna find a place to land

Just hand me the money, forget shaking hands
And if it come up short, might be breaking hands
I'm headed straight for the top and they knowin
That's why everywhere I go my name golden

That's why everywhere I go my name buzzing
I stayed running, couldn't tell you what day was it
Man, I ain't never been on vacation
I've been working hard my whole life and stayed patient

People living on the street and houses stay vacant
We closer to our death every time a breath taken



Credits
Writer(s): David Bohlen
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