The Message

Put money on my head They really put that bread to waste Flew across Atlantic grew accustomed to expensive taste Be all you can be theres no limit it ain't more to say Calling me davinci and she Magi how I paint her face I ain't got the key to my city know these streets ain't safe Clutching on that glizzy Lord forgive me I can't move in faith They hungry for my stash but I read the play Approach me and I'm Nash his shot I replicate Burners buried in the bottom of Atlantis they can't implicate Mashada to the face only way me and my dogs escape F*ck a silver plate We grew up on throwaways 08 rocking torn tees before the runway I ain't seen mash grave Wish I could take his place World in disarray they go crazy for them blue faces Niggas moving shady they fugazi know you can't relate Lately I don't f*ck with niggas no more I think I'm racist People I admired morals are in decline I followed right behind of the blind leading the blind Is it really written does fate get to decide Still I cry sometimes for the guys I left behind Send wires time to time whenever they in a bind It don't matter who buying we all get a piece of the pie If you loyal you a dime cuz the love I could buy They walk around blind they sight blurred by pride I Smile in pictures but my mind ain't in the right frame I had to learn quick that ion got nobody to blame And staying in yo lane is tempting I gotta switch to get ahead in this game that we invented As I mentioned respect for my idols dim fades by the day Beef on line never in line with the message that they convey It ain't a crime but it's brazy they all fishing for praise The underage imitating the ways that they display They ain't phased by jail so they move without merit Name a nigga that came home and bought a house with street credit but he a legend Ion know who gassin you but I hope that shit unleaded And you can take it how you dish it ain't no commas in a sentence Word to Criss Jammi I wear that shit like a pendant First is family f*ck a bitch you know the money come second Mill said chance ain't given they taken like interceptions Call me Emmlen Tunnel class of 97 but I'm Kenyan People I admired morals are in decline I followed right behind of the blind leading the blind Is it really written does fate get to decide Still I cry sometimes for the guys I left behind Send wires time to time whenever they in a bind It don't matter who buying we all get a piece of the pie If you loyal you a dime cuz the love I could buy They walk around blind they sight blurred by pride