I'm a gutter man, with a couple plans
Hustle rock every day, make a couple grand
Move the hell out the hood, touch another land
Every now and then, come back rubber band
Hold my stack tightly, as I stack nightly
I got a stack dime piece, and we Shaq nicely
You can say I go hammer cause a Mac I be
And all the young bucks in the hood act like me
But can I see, I'm blind
Got out the world, got a stranglehold on my mind
From the way I kill times through these petty crimes
To the way that manhood is defined
I'm out of line rushing cowards to death
My holy trinity, money power and respect
The key to life, trust I'm about to collect
Get in my way and I'm dumping rounds in your neck
See I'm a king and I got a crown to respect
By any means you can ask Malcolm about that
X, not Jamal Warner
Cause it ain't the Cosby Show when you rolling on my corner
Pops wasn't a doc, moms ain't a lawyer
So I made this life the nigga Jones fort, Norah
I came up on church and saw my soul get made
My heaven's on earth and I'm about to get paid
Ayo material planet in a city that is hard to manage
It's church going, full metal jacket and hard cannons
Million dollar planning, stay low key
Invest in property with, proper low fees
Eyes behind my back with jealousy inside
Hustle every time, finening off of envy and pride
Everybody building up the Tower, to be divine
In a land where chalk lines are predefined
The distance between disparity that they assemble
My conscious resemble of a devil on a next level
I'm resentful but I'm still hoarding for them shekels
The scale is essential, functions like
A number on top that grows exponential
But in the quest for the vital power
I can see death during the final hour
It's fundamental at the quantum level
You can either live with or die by the metal
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I'm a gutter man, with a couple plans
Hustle rock every day, make a couple grand
Move the hell out the hood, touch another land
Every now and then, come back rubber band
Hold my stack tightly, as I stack nightly
I got a stack dime piece, and we Shaq nicely
You can say I go hammer cause a Mac I be
And all the young bucks in the hood act like me
But can I see, I'm blind
Got out the world, got a stranglehold on my mind
From the way I kill times through these petty crimes
To the way that manhood is defined
I'm out of line rushing cowards to death
My holy trinity, money power and respect
The key to life, trust I'm about to collect
Get in my way and I'm dumping rounds in your neck
See I'm a king and I got a crown to respect
By any means you can ask Malcolm about that
X, not Jamal Warner
Cause it ain't the Cosby Show when you rolling on my corner
Pops wasn't a doc, moms ain't a lawyer
So I made this life the nigga Jones fort, Norah
I came up on church and saw my soul get made
My heaven's on earth and I'm about to get paid
Ayo material planet in a city that is hard to manage
It's church going, full metal jacket and hard cannons
Million dollar planning, stay low key
Invest in property with, proper low fees
Eyes behind my back with jealousy inside
Hustle every time, finening off of envy and pride
Everybody building up the Tower, to be divine
In a land where chalk lines are predefined
The distance between disparity that they assemble
My conscious resemble of a devil on a next level
I'm resentful but I'm still hoarding for them shekels
The scale is essential, functions like
A number on top that grows exponential
But in the quest for the vital power
I can see death during the final hour
It's fundamental at the quantum level
You can either live with or die by the metal
Hustle rock every day, make a couple grand
Move the hell out the hood, touch another land
Every now and then, come back rubber band
Hold my stack tightly, as I stack nightly
I got a stack dime piece, and we Shaq nicely
You can say I go hammer cause a Mac I be
And all the young bucks in the hood act like me
But can I see, I'm blind
Got out the world, got a stranglehold on my mind
From the way I kill times through these petty crimes
To the way that manhood is defined
I'm out of line rushing cowards to death
My holy trinity, money power and respect
The key to life, trust I'm about to collect
Get in my way and I'm dumping rounds in your neck
See I'm a king and I got a crown to respect
By any means you can ask Malcolm about that
X, not Jamal Warner
Cause it ain't the Cosby Show when you rolling on my corner
Pops wasn't a doc, moms ain't a lawyer
So I made this life the nigga Jones fort, Norah
I came up on church and saw my soul get made
My heaven's on earth and I'm about to get paid
Ayo material planet in a city that is hard to manage
It's church going, full metal jacket and hard cannons
Million dollar planning, stay low key
Invest in property with, proper low fees
Eyes behind my back with jealousy inside
Hustle every time, finening off of envy and pride
Everybody building up the Tower, to be divine
In a land where chalk lines are predefined
The distance between disparity that they assemble
My conscious resemble of a devil on a next level
I'm resentful but I'm still hoarding for them shekels
The scale is essential, functions like
A number on top that grows exponential
But in the quest for the vital power
I can see death during the final hour
It's fundamental at the quantum level
You can either live with or die by the metal
Writer: Mike Nithaworn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid