El Dia de Los Muertos

Yeah We finna bank when we load up We killing the shit when we know that we load up I know that I'm getting this shit when I'm owed up I know that I'm getting this bit when I'm towed up I'm not rich, but I wanna be I'm going hard this year, I can guarantee All of my pages licked with lyrics So you backed out trapping while I'm taking my centrepiece Cause I aint trapping Nah I aint strapping Nah I'm working so hard in getting this shit done So I can sit down and just be relaxing And I'm backing Yeah Only the real ones that be tracking Cause no one even gives a shit So I aint ever gonna be that lacking Did you hear last song? It was shit Did you hear it all? He can't sing I don't even really give a damn But I wish I didn't make that thing And I wanna make better And I know I can't get her But if I try then maybe one day It'll be money that I bring It'll be money when I sing People will be like: "That's him" People will be like: "His money aint slim" People will listen to the tracks that I bring So I want that for my life Cause I'm so done with the strife And I'll wait as long as I can Until I stab myself with a knife! So back it So back it Back what you got cause I aint lacking They call me I'm rapping Cause I hope for some money to be stacking I'm not a rapper I'm a poet Just give me a word and I think that I'll know it I'll spit to the queen and tell her that I wrote it Cause I don't give a f*ck if they think I'm devoted! But I'm just chilling But it's money that I'm feeling And I wanna be killing these tracks And I wanna be killing that's facts And I wanna be killing that's So we finna bank when we load up We killing the shit when we know that we load up I know that I'm getting this shit when I'm owed up Cause I don't give a f*ck if you think that I'm towed up! And I wish they would take me serious Cause this point I just think I'm delirious And I wanna hide myself from everyone Cause I'm so mysterious And I spit flames Not just lyrically But I spit fire and it's literally And I keep myself to myself in times like this Cause I'm doing it differently And I spit it, I feel it I make it, conceal it I see it, I reel it I know what I'm doing in times that I peel it Cause money is made and it's time to be billing So gun lean And Russ call me Cause I need that p in my pocket So you're making stacks and that's three So bring back my rest Cause I just want my bed And I know what I said And I'm gonna be fed But the shit that I thread El Dia de Los Muertos The day of the dead Ay, yeah The day of the dead Ay, yeah The day of the dead Ay, yeah The day of the dead Ay, yeah The day of the dead