EBK Kev - Money & Gunz

Stop counting cash, don't you forget, nothing's forever
One day you're dead, one day you'll be, time is a thief
Crucial808
You don't wanna see

Want money and guns, diamonds and chains
I did what they couldn't, stayed down for the rain
Have you ever seen an ARP nigga up range
Ain't shit free, now it's gon' cost you some change

Like most of them green, they just got on some fame
Ain't never had to load up and go hit a stain
I don't like all that extra just give to me plain
I'ma stay on business and I put that on gang

He ain't nothing like me, so don't try to compare us
He gon' tell her everything, that boy move like a sheriff
We itchin' for something, nigga just gotta dare
Post his gun on his net, guess he thought he was scaring us

Told the fuck nigga, don't even try to spare us
We gon' spend the air time nigga, just like a Ferris
Run that bag up, take that trip out the paris
Your time been over wit, nigga you should've cherished

Be gapping them lanes when I don't see no traffic
Really be about that shit nigga, I ain't just rapping
Ain't blowing through shit, better know that we stacking
Crossover in transition and go straight to the basket

It's a tag on your head, they tryna lay you in the casket
But you shoot out of town, you claim you be trapping us
Don't try to speak on me, cause you know what's gon' happen
We say fuck the shit, ask the nigga what's happening

Call da plug, ask the nigga what's the ticket on the bag
Ain't shit moving slow, nigga get to the bag
You stay in your lane, still got niggas mad
Bro fuck me up, nigga pulled up in a Jag

I remember them days, had to catch me a cab
Now I hit the road and come back with a slab
I swing for the knockout , I ain't going for the jab
You'll catch me in your city, probably looking for some dab

And they speaking on me, but I don't know em
Start asking about names, I don't know em
Boy this shit out the head like a poem
Dream back back, pull up in a foreign

Set me for the pick, I roll off and I'm scoring
Book me for a show, me and the gang on the tour
Ain't no coming back from it, when you say it's on the floor
Nigga ain't never had to go kick a door

You ain't having no motion, why the fuck is you sore
On the regular, nigga probably catch me in the four
I don't care if you got it, better go get some more
You say that you up, but go up it some more

He got so many bag, you can call him galore
I'm a gap that's shit, like my name Frank Gore
If I say how I feel, then he's hitting the core

Written by:
kevin saxton

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