Ring of Ceremonies (feat. Truth Hayes)

Feeling like I got to hustle got to grind And multiply my bank roll til it's overnight I roll the dice no chase hold the ice Grip the vice Two shots kryptonite My weight ain't lite I came up working right Good for life so f*ck what they talkin bout F*ck the hand that feed boi I got to bite Cut the middle man out nigga f*ck the price Get up get out early when I rise n shine Never been the type nigga that don't work for mine I never been the type of nigga for the 9 to 5 They try to give a nigga pennies I ain't got the time Rather push the dimes til they turn to pounds And I push the rhymes like weight for now See I got my mind on my money for real It ain't whatchu make baby whatchu you spend Ima get paid when I pimp this pen And I need a ol school f*ck the Benz See I do my own thing f*ck the trends And my nigga told me everybody ain't ya friend Now I know some of y'all made like hoes Everybody ain't gone roll when it's time for the go But it's cool I ain't trippin on nothing I ain't worried bout nothing Everybody ain't built like me Ima put it all on me Im'a go hard for the team Gotta keep it G A lame ass nigga wouldn't see Understand what I mean ima different pedigree Big dawg Naw I ain't none like y'all Ain't shit you can tell me bout a mothafuckin thang Get gone Nah nigga neva been a game What it is what it ain't Break the mothafuckin bank It ain't what you make But it's what you spend Ol skool F*ck a Benz Off the lot Pull up on them stocks Mothafuck the rims Niggas hate Smiling in ya face Mothafuck a friend Hustlin Win some You lose You get it in the end I been feeling like bossing up I'm out the gut Ain't talking much I walk hard nigga check the strut You next what better stop flexing tough Or catch the snuff niggas ain't pressed enough So press em up & show em who the best for lunch You mess with us you only gone catch the dust So brace ya self fall back protect ya neck Watch the best to ever to the game to test And f*ck the check if niggas ain't come correct I live for this you might as well kill ya self I punk the desk if niggas wanna disrespect I'm dame dash is this bih baby stack & flip A Mack a pimp & never will i slack or slip Immaculate ain't ever had a nap in this Rap for rent I run a hunnad laps in this On that marathon Nip gotta grab the chips From rag to rich and ain't nothing average You mad at this cause you'n really grasp the shit You lack the shit that win a nigga championships You crashed the whip cause you can't really handle it I'm moving on toes get jammed and all The coolest dawg get ready for the oohs & ahhs I'm betting it all don't really care about the odds I'm betting it all don't really care about the odds It ain't what you make But it's what you spend Ol skool F*ck a Benz Off the lot Pull up on them stocks Mothafuck the rims Niggas hate Smiling in ya face Mothafuck a friend Hustlin Win some You lose You get it in the end