Coinage Video (MV)

F*ck pennies f*ck cents and f*ck dimes
I done did this shit a thousand times
Thought id never make it out of these trials
But in my heart something told me keep trying
Music business got me running in laps
Back home on the block selling packs
Still tryna make big fat stacks
Still tryna make enough to pay tax
But imma sell records like they never sold
Play my music on the waves till its getting old
Make money by the pound
Take my share and thank the lord
Then bless the people on my side
When I was hanging on the ropes
And if I do it then I did it for my brother
And if I do it then I did it from the gutter
Told my momma imma make it big
F*cked the world they don't get it
And I did it with no rubber
It's me and I and we did it for each other
And you'll know that I did it like no other
They gon' talk about these days
Cause they know I don't play
They just bearing witness to the come up
I just need some love
For this room that I'm breathing in
Lines that I'm reading in
Bars that I climb like a jungle gym
And all of this ink that I'm bleeding in
Time wasn't kind now my neck is bent
Days on the grind now my mind is spent
Remnants of trips that I underwent
Seep from a bag through the plastic scent
But it's been a long ways from the tape recorder
Flux and solder
And I gotta get my chips in order
Sleep disorder
See I just ask for money so I feel free
But someone f*cked up the order
I didn't ask for these burdens and I hate the thought of
Having no f*ckin future for my sons and daughters
Always feeling outta breath like I'm underwater
Always paying for these packs with dimes and quarters
Damn
All of this time that I spent
Living in debt
Spending my money on wet
I was filling myself with regret
It's all in my head
Wish I could reset
And too many shoot for the stars
Then land on my ass
And tell me I took it too far
Seven years going eight
Bitch I just want food on my plate
And I won't take no apologies
Mama said I'm a prodigy
Winning been in my nature dog
Taking dubs been a part of me
Yall be scared of some competition
I'm throwing Ls at the opposition
No shirt with a bandana on
Slingin bars like its ammunition
Feeling washed like dirty bills
I'm drying up looking faded
Last verse gave me mad chills
But yall still don't rate it
Yall still gon' hate it
I can see it in your faces
If I was already famous
Yall would be singing these phrases