Cookin Soul - The Cleaners lyrics

[Verse 1: Le$] Look, staring out the windows of the cleaners Zoned out chronic day dreamer Thinking about ah beamer my homie just copped a Saab Swear it makes me wanna quit this f**ing job I'm working too hard ain't got nothing to show Bummy clothes and that paper coming way too slow I need some options see my partner out there clocking Moving flow like its blow Scoop me up and told me what I should know Now we flipping through the trenches and I'm soaking up game Told him I just want the money don't require the fame Ain't really trying to swang rather stay in my lane Just trying to get some change and still leave the way I came See my aim stays focused on the target Hustle hard but don't forget to be the smartest You got to play the game can't let it play you Can put you in a Benz or a grave you choose [Hook 2x] Little homie with ah big dream Get paid then I ride clean Then I saw that beamer staring out the window of the cleaners I just gotta get it [Verse 2: Le$] Word on the street ah n***a on Set my partner on chrome when he came home Matter of fact it was the gold star 5's Different lingo you couldn't identify Floss through the city no tint and gold chains New king pins of the audio dope game Wasn't happy they hating because we got it Show love to yo' face but still ploting Wanna knock you off your horse take you off your track Wanna take the butchers knife and put it in your back That's why compa**ion is something you gotta lack Nothing but wolves in this game you gotta adapt Choppin' down trees f** a beaten path The fire might be hot but it don't ever last And eventually that candle gon' burn out And we still shine ain't that crazy how it turn out [Hook] [Outro] What you doing man what's that? You tell me man It looks like coke n***a, You f** me up A You never say sh** B, just come out the blue with some coke huh