Rossthefareye - Talk About a Profit Lyrics

This is for my niggas that a do it do it
Set ya goals and stick to it
Lotta people got excuses why they cant do it
But God gave you two legs so get to it
On the grind like fly paper
Shit real outchea ya parents cant save ya
The feds garnished 15% of my wages
I found out when I got home from vacation
And a snitch killed Nip and he still alive
What the f*ck is goin on can you feel the vibe
Life aint a crystal stair but still I rise
Life's a bitch and she aint a friend of mine

Ross the far eye
When you speak say what you mean

I'm a hellion in the city of angels
Politicians f*cking up the arrangements
And you cant even cross the blue line it's dangerous
In ya own home feel like a stranger
Paying the feds and the state it's outrageous
I'm a giver that's why I cant take it
Tried to water down my blood with enslavement
But I'm the original black man still unfaded
Grew up on grits and I still got it
Don't come at me with the bible lets talk profits
Let's talk logic
My black I cant hide it
Arm leg leg arm head that's on god

Ross the far eye
When you speak say what you mean

Talk about a profit
Let's talk about a profit