Ghetto Poetry (feat. CHAD)

Uh And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected Yeah Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper Fueled by naysayers and affirmations from haters I used to let it get to me Now they gotta see me ballin' until they sick of me Check the history, whenever I was faced with adversity Kazie Man balled like Mr. Clean If you ain't dyin' for the cause, then don't intervene Presidential in my city when I hit the scene Cruisin' with the top gone, John F. Kennedy To my niggas lost, gone, I swear I feel your energy To my niggas not gone, we ballin' for a century All because a nigga learned a couple bars and similes All with a consistency F*ck what a nigga mean Turn a Kazie song on, tough and the nigga mean Handsome ass face, aesthetically a nigga clean So bitches wanna cut and give me head like guillotine Yeah bitch, this the team Left Coast, TBM Give me a pen and I write death notes to BPMs Electrify the audience, no EDM Nowadays I'm only with niggas that wanna see me win And this thing consist of niggas since the first day That never switched up in the first place Not even on my worst days Grindin' with hopes that we reverse fate Master of my craft in my workspace No room in that hearse space You only get one life, my nigga live it Y'all be waitin' round to see another nigga get it Me and Chad did it Then after the math did addition We ain't need a wrap, and a ribbon to show you niggas gifted It's like everything me and Kazie do, the streets pick up on Real ones stay down for your niggas and never switch up on them We just tryna maintain the status Then I ask, is it better to have or not have it? All I know is on these beats we make classics That was before we learned to get tracks mixed and mastered Damn, sometimes life gets tragic Roy and Siegfried, how we gotta keep the magic Won't ever lose static, stay together like magnets They drag my name through the dirt long enough to catch maggots I rise from the madness, dutches to dutches, ashes to ashes Look at me, I'm the definition of fashion We took trips down to Fashion Week Cuz the shit y'all wearin' is so sad to see Niggas do whatever for album sales We gon' split the royalties up for Sawona and Noell Let you know them ass whoopings really kept me out of jail Sour diesel still smokin' up my hotel But oh well Shit is what it is Thankful we still got the same bond since we was kids We was actin' a fool on Sunday at school Learned the words to the scriptures, though I ain't no fool You can't feed me bullshit, I digest my food Savin' up checks and split it all even with the crew Who is you? You niggas is no names Cock back, reload and aim Let em know this ain't a game Ain't a damn thing changed My nigga, I'm still the same Did a little growin' up, but smartened up in my brain Financial success, you gotta do more to save Gotta put in the work, gotta do more than pray Keep faith, we gon' get the job done if it takes all day