Blue Bills (feat. 1TakeRoezza)

Stackin' up these blue pills ain't no time to chill Gotta hustle every day it's the blue dollar bill In the blue city lights where dreams come real I'm chasin' that paper man I got the mad skill Blue bills in my pocket they stackin' up high Countin' every dollar reachin' for the sky From the struggle to the hustle We aimin' for the prize In this game of life We never compromise From the bottom to the top I'm climbin' every rung In this concrete jungle Where we chase the sun No Shortcut to success, it's a marathon, not a run Aye Blue pills in my pocket they stackin' up high Countin' every dollar reachin' for the sky From the struggle to the hustle We aimin' for the prize In this game of life We never compromise I've seen the struggles Been through the strife But I'm pushin' hella forward like it's theif in the night Blue bills live fuel lightin' up the night I'm on a mission grindin' day and night Blue pills in my pocket they stackin' up high Countin' every dollar reachin' for the sky From the struggle to the hustle We aimin' for the prize In this game of life We never compromise Ayy Mekury On the track bitch Say I bring them guys What you mean that I die Bitch, cause you know I come And you know I sacrifice Cause you know I got them lungs What you mean, they're nice Cause you know they come, and you know I got them blinds Cause you know they fuckin' peekin', and you know I got them creepin' Cause you know I make them beans, and you know I got them sleepin' Been to fuckin' streets what you mean I'm mean What you mean bitch Cause I turn your boy to me Then I sell him in the street Cause you know I got a due And I sell it by the bag And you know I got the crew What you mean the crew Bring it by the step Ain't in school But you know they got the rest And they up in the south Maybe up in the east But the boys comin' in And you know they fun to creep Make around the town Sellin' by the pound What you mean bitch Cause you know I wear the crown F-R-E-E to the fuckin' G bitch Cause you know I'm comin', feelin' like a free bitch Cause I did my time and I got them rhymes Got my boy Chris and you know he got the time Up like three years, then he did your mother But he never came in, and he feelin' like he covered Up on your brother Then he did your sister Then he came around, and he feelin' like he missed her Mekury On the track bitch