9th Wonder - SAM lyrics

[Intro] On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap Twenty four hours a day [Verse 1] Focus your attention, not to mention the fact Yeah, I'm high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L HIgh as hell, no YSL Strictly LRG for the BD emcee Let's see who could follow me on the journey I burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me If not, this might be your last shot Cause you're falling off fast in hip-hop Drip-drop in your money fountain No more in front of your honey counting -- chill My sk**s pay bills; why you don't? You cry, who gon' cry for me? You won't Stop stressing; my impression I'm never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing What's next on my agenda Cause you might be gone til November Chill, Sam [Verse 2] Everybody got they own Sam Sam sells d** by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans Every day, he got at least two grand I'm like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan? He said no problo, no job, no stress We can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless Who's Bless? He worked for your older brother When he had that crack spot open to the public So lovely, now you want a piece of the action When these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened Asking, how can I be just like you? When I get dressed, I'll dress just like you I said two things -- every hustle got a ha**le Watch the money on the la**o, it come with a string Yo Sam, this is who I am Hip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man [Outro] On the block Listening to Buckshot in the trap Twenty four hours a day On the clock Nah mean?