Fred Money - Here I Am lyrics

[Verse 1: Fred Money] Woke up yawning from a sour nap Slept for a hour and I'm proud of that Hit my n***a Kwon, he inside the trap Told him I'm on my way, get the slime from Mac Hit the shower and recite a rap Throw on some get fresh, outie in a hour flat Big boy mom, smelling like a sour pack Kryptonite, ask Superman if he want his powers back Around the scratch like I got a itch In the 'jects with my scrap, and he gotta pitch Take him across the map whenever I got a trip Don't gotta trip, we gon be rich with a lot of chips I'mma spit for them n***as that can't But wish that they could, so they can ball and sit in that paint Try to change a n***a's ways, all you get is restraint And once you get a n***a paid, all his feelings is blanked Real talk -- I seen steel spark Bodies on the floor, outlined real chalk Squally knocking down doors when them deals talk You ain't a pig, what you squeal for? sh** is messy zoo, how this speci' do Turn a close friend to a vegetable Got my man doing time, and it's Federal If he said he do, then I bet he do Look [Verse 2: J.R. Writer] I got that type of raw you bubble that'll get us all in trouble I do it for the hood where the only choice is hustle Rawest boy in the world, come and snort a couple I got that boy and that girl, come and snort a couple I was born to ball; n***a, you ain't known at all Follow protocol? Well, I'm the pro to call When you need someone to tighten up a rookie You gambling with your life -- I'm surprised you ain't a bookie Cut the foolery, cause obviously you p**y Ain't no schooling me, you'd think the guy was playing hooky Live-r than I should be, you looking at a spitter Trying to see a wussy, then look into a mirror n***a, I'm the answer; how could you be a k**er? Last time you had the hammer, you was putting up a picture Talk about you got work on the block That don't cut it -- here, you must work at the shop It ain't worth it, so stop You really hurting the pots I done dealt with so much bricks that I should work on my shot You ain't never wait in the hall with weight in the hall Go into a sneaker box just to make a withdrawal You ain't never creep the block when they take it to war If I ever squeeze a shot, you'll go straight to the law So, dog, what you trying to sell? You know Writer well Yellow Rollie on, only time will tell I ain't with the foolery you spitting I took a listen -- you's a waste of studio equipment Who got a swag excellent as me? I should put you in a bag, you'll never be a g