[Verse 1: Irv Da Phenom]

Rent creeping up on a nigga

My phone bill due

My tank on E, I need new shoes

Doing a lot of walking

And when I'm walking over to the fridge

I'm pissed cause ain't no food

What am I supposed to do

When this Groovy smooth shit, I knew to turn to the blues

Getting sick and tired of being sick and tired

I'm tryna find a solution, I don't know about you

But I ain't about to be broke no more

Window shopping when I go to stores no moe

It's amazing how the come up seem to go so slow

When I grind so hard, man I just don't know but

I don't trip though cause my grind is impeccable

I'mma go get dough, hustle in the rain, hail, sleet, or snow

And I'm bout to get it my nigga, yeah that's for sure

I done had a lot of haters that prayed that I wouldn't make it

A couple of homies that's fakin', but I pushed on through

With friends like these who needs enemies

So I do it on my own, I'm a one man crew

Uh, I'm a train with no brakes

And if I get too hungry then I'm coming for your plate

Please don't play me, you know I need my bread on the daily

Baby, don't you trip, cause you know we gon come up

I've been on my grind from sun down to sun up

Ain't no sleeping because no money comes from slumber

Go back to the bottom, nuh uh, I don't want tuh

I want, I need, my bread, my cheese

And anybody standing in between, if you ain't family

Then you just might bleed, bitch

[Verse 2: Priceless]

Akhenaten's in the White House, turn the lights out, it's about to get dark

The Government Of Democracy is about to be the new one world GOD

Tony Stark shot a unibeam through your computer screen

Got you dependent, turned you to a fiend.. for technology

And every time that you log in, best believe that they watchin

Like a hawk in the field about to swoop on the prey that's about to get killed

They see everything you post on Facebook

Hard to stomach, gotta keep a straight face, look!

They got all of your information from the bank statements to the blank statements

That you text, gotta make arrangements, get out the matrix

Before your faced with court case arraignments

Incrimination from penetrating the internet, slipped you in the net

Call the world wide web the administration

And use this to intercept your identity, the enemy like the Kennedy

See we tend to bleed, to bring the speed

The age of the hawk head, all-seeing eye here to wake you up because ya'll dead

And you can pray on your knees, and hope the sky fall

I'm a 007, that's why I ball

Cause it's overdue, I'll expose you to an overview of the sun and a closer view

As we toast a few, and give a dose to you, like Sandy Hook we'll put a hoax on you

They gon take your arms and strip your rights

Cause all people want to do is bitch and fight

It's time to switch the light

[Verse 3: Acie High]

This is a terrorist attack

The reapers coming

The reapers coming

The reapers coming

Run and tell your people that the reapers coming

Living in this world and I ain't doing nothing

Step to the mic like bitch what

Out of uniform, like bitch what

And I don't give a fuck who did what

Watch me get yo attention, attenhut, hut hut

Sit in a pocket, no rush when they rush, I got it

Send ya blitz, bitch, get a slit wrist, I don't play fast shit

I'm sick, psychotic

Where's the comp?

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Ain't this a competitive sport

Gotta yell at the double XL

Won't let the dudes from hell

Bring back the head of the corpse

You want me embarrassed like the head of a source

You can't compare, it's a hit of the course

If they're a snake, I'm a ferret with the head of a tort

See you can't put the carriage ahead of the horse

Gotta shout out Eminem, wouldn't be a lot if not for him

Would mention names, but too many to say

So I'll just call em Hopsin and them

I just need one shot at the rim

Like Kevin Ware, then pop at the limbs

Like botox and Kim

Me and shots go together like shots to the rim

Fuck all that grown man shit

And all that shake my hand shit

And all that playing shit

No more games, this here is grown man shit

So while I'm in front of this camera, knowing this gon happen often

A lot of shit gon blow up if we don't blow up

Gotta give a shout out to Boston

Had to get out the coffin

Niggas actin like they a big boss annd flossin

Now he actin like he a bit often coughin

Cause he can't chew what he bit off from talkin

I see the same ole shit, when it comes to this artist

Unless I'm blind

They said they want different, well this is different

So how in the hell are we unsigned?