[ Featuring Cloud9foreal ]
It takes time to climb to the top, even on peoples back
But only seconds to drop when it's time for payback
Crooks that did your dirt rubbing their hands now
The pot you used to stir burning your hands now
The same pot you used to cook spilled on the recipe book
Competition out the hook leaving you shook
Your ass warm when you had power, now it's cold shower
Shivers on your back, clapbacks by the hour
You fought tit for tat, tooth and nail to get back
You blame it on your peeps when you f*ck up the pack
Looking for the enemy, not knowing it's yourself
Think you got a halo on you, while you burning in hell
The money that was so sweet, now turning sour
Voices in your head you suppressed, now getting louder
Sitting on your throne stressed, your ass about to get stretched
Even the dirtiest rat is coming for your neck
Cause the world goes around if you're a clown
You gon' get it when you're on the way down
Those you crowned will get you drowned
You feel those rounds, but you hear no sound
You know now, you know how,
You go out soon as you go loud
We're that house, we're the prouds
We're that crowd, we never back down
Cuz I'm a motherf*ckin punk, what I do, what I don't
What I stand for, you even won't happen dare for
What the hell yo! Got you fat boy trynna play bro?
Look me straight in my face, do I look fazed dawg? Hell No
I got a bank full of benzol. Trynna mend what? I told y'all I can't stand yo
Big cuts in your hand is more than you can handle
You's a fake, a weak flame in the candle
Where you friends though? The homies tell you they got you
The ones when you're not around wish that they f*ckin cut you
Played your dirty lil games in Jersey they got you
Squashed you, you're smart, but guess what? They f*cked you
Suck a ball in New York now you're on the roll
Another climb for the stacks, bitch another fall
Now make that cold calling to help that's why I told you
When I wrote "Money" Makes you and breaks you and you lose it all
Cause the world goes around if you're a clown
You gon' get it when you're on the way down
Those you crowned will get you drowned
You feel those rounds, but you hear no sound
You know now, you know how,
You go out soon as you go loud
We're that house, we're the prouds
We're that crowd, we never back down
