CheffInTheKitchen - What's Inside (feat. Nicky9ine)

808 Kartel
Antonio
Aye Bromar!
3AM Mafia
DJ Flippp, Make the Money Flip
You want the bag, I want what's inside
You want the plate, I want the meal, mine
You want the dollars, but got a weak mind
You want the truth, but still remain blind
Want the gears to move, but stay skipping the grind
Want the peace and riches, but keep the two intertwined
I keep my focus to myself
Different side of the mind
You gotta grind on your own
No one gon' grind for you
Crazy what the drive and the time'll do
Focus on yourself and you can find the truth
Ok so shipping and billing never matched
So you know I'm never lackin'
Real in every line
So you know I'm never acting
Make the moves in silence
So you never see me bragging
Money up front
You can't get me on the backend
I got nothing to prove
I'm onto bigger moves
I gotta get the views
No time to hit the snooze
You try to fit the shoes
Trippin', don't get confused
Make a decision, man
All bout the discipline
Some might call it abuse
I call it win or lose
You want the bag, I want what's inside
You want the plate, I want the meal, mine
You want the dollars, but got a weak mind
You want the truth, but still remain blind
Ten toes with the shell tops
I got the keys, but I break locks
Spend a bag on a new watch
But you steady going, waste clocks
Keep my distance like a scope shot, blood money, Scotia
Shit that I dealt
To the cards I was dealt
To accumulate the wealth
See you keeping track
Gotta keep it on the shelf
Built my own table, like a carpenter would
I should prolly trust your word, cuz it's probably good
But my mind built different, from the shit I been through, all the pain, all the struggle
If you just understood
Stack the commas like a stutter
Milk the cheddar like butter
Too smooth with it
It ain't up for debate
Your meal getting cold, I see you eyeing my plate
Yeah I got the hunger, but I already ate
Never boxed in, I hop up out of the crate
I'm in my essence, my element
This is my world, yeah it's evident
Presence today will determine the outcome, you settin' it's definite
You want the bag, I want what's inside
You want the plate, I want the meal, mine
You want the dollars, but got a weak mind
You want the truth, but still remain blind
I want what's inside
I want the meal, mine
You got a weak mind
You still remain blind

Written by:
Nicholas Sauvé

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