$pend Money Kwam - After School

Dresier and debs, man we was just outside, it was just me and the guys,
Angry from the trauma, I went to the shark tank to the deep end and dived,
No after school programs, I got with the program cause I had to survive,  
No dinner on the plate, so I went and stepped up to the plate cause I had to provide,
I'm in a better state, woosah and I meditate, bitches killing my vibe,
She said she want it late, I sped to the interstate, did a hunnid and five,
I been war ready, if we gotta spin blocks know I'm down for the ride,
This shit could get deadly, If I catch an opp slippin' then you know imma slide,

We came from nothing, we was just
Dead broke used to stay in the slums,
Locked up or dead, too many don't make it out, do you see where we from,
They tried to play Kwam, so I had to spazz, out yeah I had to go dumb,
We not beat makers but just like heat makers cause we play with them drums,
They say they pressed who, man fuck what they tahmbout, we we see 'em they run,
Ain't handing out shit, when I went to bed hungry no one gave me a crumb,
It turned me to a monster, moved like a mobster, look at what I become,
When you in it knee deep, you see how the cycle repeat, live and die by the gun,

Lately I been in the zone, do not disturb on the phone, been grinding for weeks,
Rest in peace LA capone, but I gotta let it be known, I'm playing for keeps,
I get the money myself, run up a check is the mantra, I gotta eat,
She tryna' call me her own, but you know the anthem, I gave her back to the streets,
Flapping their gums on the book, but really be scary and shook, don’t pay em no mind,
I need a band to get booked, I’m flava flav with the clocks, I value my time,
I don’t do less than a 10, I feel like John Stockton gotta stay with the dimes,
You know how I’m coming it’s spend, I get the block jumping just like Vince in his prime

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