Pennies

Yeah
It's been a long time coming I know
Spent a long time running I know
Yeah
Bout to hit the Money Mart and ask for a loan, motherfucker
Yeah

Ayy yo I'm broke, I don't even got a penny for my thoughts
When I make it bills take it 'til I've spent all that I got
I try investing in the music 'til they let me get my spot
It's sad it costs money just to send me to the top
But that's the world we live in, I ain't complaining
But I'd never work a dead end job to make my wages
I was never born into a family that's rich
I could start a fucking fire with my hands and two sticks
If I want something I'd actually have to do shit
I guess growing up fast makes your attitude switch
I rap for therapy, and I rap for meals
Your tracks embarrassing, 'cause you rap for deals
I'm a natural born hustler, I'll sell grass to fields
You say it just to say it, but these set backs are real
I don't gotta say "Swag" to get that appeal
But I'm broke so it's hard to not sell crack and steal

I've been out here tryna turn a penny to a buck
Ain't nobody perfect, but it's better than it was
It's common sense, all these cents add up
But you gotta save a hundred for a dollar, that's rough

I've been out here tryna turn a penny to a buck
Ain't nobody perfect, but it's better than it was
It's common sense, all these cents add up
But you gotta save a hundred for a dollar, that's rough

I get that feeling in my stomach when the rent is due
Because there's nothing left to do, I'm tryna chase this revenue
It's in my blood, I'm like the boss of a business
But I don't got all the riches, I gotta walk out and get it
I'd rather hustle with my muscle than be washing them dishes
Either focus on this music or get locked up in prison
At least than I'd be provided with a pot I can piss in
It's part of the system, statistics say I'm wrongful and twisted
I'm slaughtering victims, tryna make a dollar for me
I'm tryna market my team 'cause we ain't got shit for free
Everybody say they rich but I ain't buying it, no
I couldn't buy it if I wanted to, I'm all outta dough
I need paper boy
And I don't mean the news
When I don't got it, its a problem I get violent and confused
All these rappers throwing money but don't got a lot of skill
I need that Wu-Tang paper where's the dolla, dolla bills? What's up?

I've been out here tryna turn a penny to a buck
Ain't nobody perfect, but it's better than it was
It's common sense, all these cents add up
But you gotta save a hundred for a dollar, that's rough

I've been out here tryna turn a penny to a buck
Ain't nobody perfect, but it's better than it was
It's common sense, all these cents add up
But you gotta save a hundred for a dollar, that's rough