Silent Millionaires Clique - 12-Homage

Yea sometimes I just think bout my niggas they my only inspiration

I dropped my first tape
They wasn't feeling me
By the second one I'm feeling myself
I'm like you can't get rid of me
I seen a nigga sell is soul to be in the industry that shit at me gotta be shitting me

Even tho I got passion
We all know hard work beats talent
In the lab with diggy
He's like don u a savage
It's go time you know mines
Me and rich use to pour lines
We use to hop the train to get on the 6 line
I stuff dimes no need for a scale
I bag it off the eye
Trizzy never scare to let it fly
What you hearing the young
Voice of the ghetto
You want smoke boy you better roll a cigarillo
I still remember when I got that jail call
Hec on the line my heart drop to the floor
I can't take it no more
So over these songs I pour
My blood sweat tears
No man shall I fear
Just fear of god on me
Because I'm only fearing god homie

I dropped my first tape
They wasn't feeling me
By the second one I'm feeling myself
I'm like you can't get rid of me
I seen a nigga sell is soul to be in the industry that shit at me gotta be shitting me
This the 3peat what you hearing is the trilogy n
I hope they you feeling me n
These rappers something like the
Fuguees softly you killing me

I'm never on my doley
Pocket rocket on me
Like I said in cold world man
That's the co-d
Root of all evil I got it tatted on me
This my ghetto story I sit back
And I'm laughing niggas claim to be killers always chatting I keep it on me I won't get Caught lacking
I seen a nigga lose it all to a
Couple groupie I'm on the block buster every night a movie life wasn't always gucci rip To
Loopy me and diggy like mic and Scottie pippen sun up to sun down niggas ain't fucking With our work ethic but They soon get it benji be the motive I got a money fetish and jue lan kitchen with all of my breadren

Written by:
Joseph Moreira

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