DyMe-A-DuZiN & Money Montage - Spirit of STEEZ

Taught early in the game, that the women come with age
Bad bitches come with fame only
Difference? Nothing changed
All this slaving till we tide in the end what do we gain?
Make your mark while you're alive
Martyr, this is why we train

My man's married to the M's, heart hitting 0 degrees, 1
47 BP's spitting like the spirit of STEEZ, outta all the Brooklyn emcees, who done keep it realer than me?
Friends switch over money and greed the shit deseize

Do you drill with niggas that you flock with
If they have to pull it is they gon pop it?
Would they up switch and pull up on you for the prophet
And forget they grew up with you in the projects?
They legit or turning on you during turmoil?
Shit wocky when ones that you'd give the world to got no words for you
That's world for you

Just life lessons, missteps, turn a 1 night or . 5 seconds to a life sentence
Seen life lost for a light ticket
TV, watching white families saying "must be nice" like Lyfe Jennings
Had a nigga crushin on white women
We was brought up seeing pops, taught get more guap never wife bitches
Twisted religion we serve God during the sunrise spends night sinning
Communion crackers, sip wine with it
My father Muslim, my mom Christian
Neglected feeding my soul food then
Hit the streets with a bean and a pie interest
Ain't nobody he could call for green, so he used his Mac to get fried chicken

I can't go on this way
I need a large estate
I need it private I need a bride
That's thick with a gorgeous face
I need enormous cake
I need to ball today
Prayed to the Lord
For blessings to fall the blessings are falling

Only the fam the rest of you targets
I know that prodie a con
Can tell by the way that he dress and aura aye
I'm quiet my weed is the strongest
Loudest and weakest be flexing the hardest
They wanna know their opponent, till they hear the flow and regret they involvement

Young Nasir with ether make you niggas nauseous
Do the singing thing or
You bring your team
But either way believe you taking loses

Excuse my superstitious
I had a thought about moving the tape up
I was just doing you spitters a favor
World Dyme-A-Nation
Homie told me he got so caught up in his studies felt like he was Satan
Really ain't know how to take it
Think about it till this day
Couldn't beef with a nigga fam and then wear his image on a chain
Coulda been a unit but you movin senseless look how niggas switch up for the change

And I can't live on this way
All this lame shit, in entertainment, all of the frauds and fakes
D triple H of my generation, X all the snakes
Put you underground just for thinking you pac
Drop ditits you all erased

Bask in the moment it's priceless
When haters wanna call you garbage and mean it but know you the nicest
Get in they feelings and type shit like they don't know where the mic is
Maybe they just know who Mike is
Jackson, I'm Jordan, I'm Tyson
Timeless

Written by:
Donnovan Blocker

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