Nothing for Free

Deja Vu, Deja Vu Real niggas been patient for a minute I took my time but brought this back for business I hope you hear me on this track cuz I ain’t finished I’m on my grind and Do this shit relentless I need my fucking paper stacked In Kentucky, Mitch, don’t f*ck wit dat Tell me why city hate a nigga When I pay my taxes every year and still get richer Yeah you gon witness a nigga monetary fitness when it come to this stitches That means, To to the bones Kno I had to explain, cuz that’s not the game Cracka's want you rap but never have a brain That would be a shame have you tweeting like No Name Even when you dropping shit and that is on Disney I can rap like heart attacks and cut straight to the vein There's greatness on you, and there's greatness in you You gotta remember where we hail from This is the year of return Deja Vu, Deja Vu Greatest poet on the street you haven’t heard When I get to spitting I create another surge Niggas wanna be in the game But I’m like if you get off this bench do you have what it takes I dont know my nigga but you know this ain’t yo place Find the bag and flip it to my older days She say she love it - well I bought just to please Just smoke my chronic and rephrase She got that 'Yonce but there’s no lemonade... Over here we only worried bout the safe You niggas act like you don’t have no common courtesy That’s why I’m fuckin up these tracks like I’m Curren$y She say she love me well I guess that’s why I’m speeding for the urgency You still act like you ain’t never heard of me You still act like you ain’t never heard of me