[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
All niggas speak about is bling and bucks and weed and fuckin'
Y'all speak of hustlin' but y'all omit the repercussion
The face of rap needs reconstructive surgery, certainly
Its devoid of deeper substance
Im trying to bring back the old feelin'
I need my slice of the pie, but it ain't as sweet with no filling
This industry is like a shoe, no different
You shouldn't step into it if it ain't got no sole in it
But I imagine revolution, I'm so Lennon, so lendin' my soul to listeners, my sole mission
But I gotta be number one, cuz no women look at a zero and see love, it's no tennis
Nineties Pete Miller shit, no limit
My rising won't stop so I ride in my drop, no ceilin'
I ain't dope dealin', but I got it for the low
Pure, unadulterated, hope, I'm hope dealin'
All niggas speak about is bling and bucks and weed and fuckin'
Wake up, stop foolin' with sleep, the reapers cousin
Im focused and my team is on attack: Matt, Crook, Sauce, Iceman, Dice, Siegel, Capone and Zap
P-Dub, JP, Ad-Vice, Karelezz, Coniyac, Kennedy, Tim, G-Dub, Vinezzi way more than that
I bear my heart, and my heart's a jewel, no holdin' back
Open my chest and see a gem in I, no zodiac
[Hook: Kenny Siegel]
Off inside prison they wanna land us
Hit us with a couple sentences, fuck our plans up
Damn fucks, we don't say enough, niggas stand up
And what, fuckers, hand cuffs ain't a damn nuff
Read my COB tee, it says in none we trust
Dig deep, you'll find everything that they cover up
Fuck with us, niggas toughen up, walk with knuckles up
Buckle up if you wanna ride and you've had a fuckin' nuff
[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]
All niggas speak about is bling and bucks and weed and fuckin'
Reach for somethin, pull out a pen, ink a subject
Life is ugly, I won't call this shit fine, don't hand me apple cider and call this shit wine
Even when the guap was missin' and I didn't have a pot to piss in
And my palms was itchin' like a fiend with a rock addiction
I never questioned God's existence, the Bible has over a hundred and fifty contradictions
I don't like to knock religion, just don't try to block my vision
My wisdom is endless, a menace who's in it to win it, offended by limits
I'll paint a poetic picture that's horrendously vivid as if it was printed, projected, flow give you an image
Pour you in with each sentence and make you live in the minute
All while I'm high, so the sky, I'm suspended up in it
I'm stupendous and splendid and spendin' each minute while pennin' and you niggas is bitches and women
Wait give me a minute, I think that I'm finna fuck around and choke on my own rage
Fake rappers make wanna go and choke on my own stage
For your lack of substance, fuck all your assets, screw off, you dudes is too lost for map quest
All niggas speak about is bling and bucks and weed and fuckin'
Niggas need to be productive and less reproductive
Life can be a slight erection, pretty hard
Full of phony asses like injections, but Kenny sparred
I got drive so these cats wanna ride cuz they know I'll steer them in the right direction, take them really far
Help my women to tell welfare farewell, life ain't unfair, it's more like a fair Hell
[Bridge: Julius Luciano]
All niggas speak about is bling and bucks and weed and fuckin'
You think you're somethin' cuz your music got the speakers bumpin'
You can have your feces in a deep sea, your shit ain't deep enough, bitch, here's a pen go think of somethin'
[Hook: Kenny Siegel]
