verse1: have you ever been so low you never came up have you ever built something from your every day junk have you ever said hello to a stranger my best friend died … swear it’s been ages try to let it out on a track where they place us game is an arcade, rated by status so if people know you, they like you on Facebook but if they don’t - then you are likely mistaken for living in false dreams, i’ve been giving it all see it’s just that living ain’t all sweet fuck we’re not living at all free/// it’s all fee’s uh — how’s tv consuming your mind when consumerism got you in a suit and a tie say you do it for community but Superman died when solutions were for you to decide hook: one take, one go, one shot one spray, one blow, one Glock k-no-w i don’t talk about pistols, but if im putting work in, know that i’ll miss you (god) verse2: im real sensitive, the honour is you popular, rude back in high school walking in twos never alone, but i swear i was locked in a room in my head, with some lost hopes, posse and you visual rain that it caused, often seduced smoking weed just to block the pain from following through it feels im not gonna change, not a lot i could do now chronic stress got me in the rottenest mood like fuck bitches….and people you know don’t want riches, although i could be wishing for mo’ crossroads got me walking round in visceral zones died clothes so you could say i was killing the foes in my mind…. it’s like i over body the stress with overalls on my body, notice i follow the trends im just kidding man…. that’s barely comical though these rom coms in my head have got me watching you close

first verse dollar bill, dollar dollar bill y’all all about the cake, working half awake never sleep, i always stay up so these people never understand why - I always say “what” I can’t hear you man. You make no sense I’m making money, now, loads, but you make no cents I mean I’m working minimum wage, Im like a zombie underpaid but i continue to stay until I’m on another plate eating dinner, I can’t wait couldn’t taste im getting thinner, every day its all cake working 9-5 until I write this, Say I got no time for mine, it’s only night shifts every day i write sick, sipping in the nitrous fuck about a side kick, spit until my mic drips say you’re down to ride with me cause im the nicest just need a little bit of weed, that’s what my vice is vice grips, uh, HOOK it's bout that money, the dollar, the bill, the robbers, the thrill, it's on us to steal (ya) it's bout that money, the dollar dollar bill made products wanna kill when they brought us on the field 1:35 second verse im back at it , trash but no addict cash in old habits, passion don’t have it im too real so i speak with my thoughts man i never have to think i just speak what i got huh, belleville is hell still even if you don’t know people they’ll sell pills sell bricks to you and prick ya old needles make thieir nose bleed while they’re eating tostitos “too many lines” HOOK it's bout that money, the dollar, the bill, the robbers, the thrill, it's on us to steal (ya) it's bout that money, the dollar dollar bill made products wanna kill when they brought us on the field Verse 3 26 still as raw as i was 22 funny im still killing it and drinking on that hundred proof cunning with them synonyms, the internet has spun it’s truth why you never listen then? as innocent as hunters boots? fuck it, nobody’s money is as limited as your mind if you want a cuff know we isn’t friends minutes then …prolly wait an hour or two if you a real fucking homie you are down with the crew down to kick it any time like a timberland boot nd fuck your innocence with rhymes bout to finish the juice if you winning in my mind, bet you’ve been on my side and I will ride til the end til the energy dies POOF still im rapping like Im missing a tooth biblical, tell these rappers they been missing the truth im the real fucking deal, you a simpleton dude soo…..gimme the loot, gimme the loot bridge you say im too distant i say im going distances while you stay here looking for the difference I don’t know what the difference is

verse1: i’m a radio killer, what’s a grenade to a bomb this mainstream’s dumbing down generations with songs assimilations of pawn, chess game and it’s on been getting faded all winter, i’ll be great for the fall yea…. textbook sinner, texts still kill us ill be back in the summer with my vest on chillin’ i don’t stress, i’ll get it… depressed forms finished and filled out… spent a minute in an ill house as far as I can see, no policy’s affect me how you say I haven’t tried man it’s hard to be this empty when you thought of all the things you could have said to avoid the arguments in your life, the end is entering noise the background, the silence, our hats off, don’t react or we’ll bow down to the mindless this black cloud is where i’ve found myself requirements fit around the belt … ay, ya verse2: game jockey, can’t stop me if you ain’t watching bunch of listeners rocking out with their face off it pretend you ain’t one of the fans then you lames lying I slay iron, underdog been the same giant been a saint … finished waiting, I’m Finna break the kid is on, my minutes paint what you never say the same emcee since the pain let me demonstrate thoughts in my mind been coming through the centre stage sudden contempt… wonder what it’s like to be an overnight success then gunned to your death haters! make you money… don’t get money upset quit acting like you’re somebody under your breath run and defend for this kingdom i’ve built a bunch of people talking people like they keeping it real walls of glass… ceilings of steel ball of ash … freedom is near