Emynd - For The Have-Nots lyrics

[Intro] Sending this out...to all my people in the street worldwide. The working cla**. I'm just trying to survive out here man. I feel your struggle. This is real sh** man. This is from the heart right here. Emynd on the beat. Bear I see you, what up? [Verse 1] Yeah this is for my people in the bid, one time hold your head cousin For my live n***as and my dead brothers For the corner boys and the working cla** Shawty stripping, work her a**, but she's still first in cla** Keep going ma and never give it up You dancing now but one day you might own the club And yeah we sold the d**, who are you to judge? We got bills to pay, we like "Screw the judge." Support shop man, yeah salute to us No matter what you do, make sure you do with love This America, anyone can make it here Word to Amil and Bear, let's have an amazing year Sometime I feel like I should just stop rapping That's when my real n***as be like, "C'mon stop that." It ain't no magic potion, no rabbit and top hat Just keep going forward, never turn that clock back Where my mothers at? Where my pops at? Our kids the future, let's not forgot that I mean forget that Ayo real rap You get what you give so I always give back Hustling, robbing, stealing I did that So when I rhyme I reflect for those kids that Really live that Just to eat they had to flip crack And motherf**er that's real fact [Hook] {x2} You know, you know, you know 'bout the mascot Repping for the drunk knuckleheads and the have-nots Repping for the drunk knuckleheads and the have-nots Repping for the drunk knuckleheads and the have-nots [Verse 2] I'm the mascot, for the have-nots We sit on stoops with beers and just pa** pot Homes in the hood, became cash crops So we losing them to white boys with ascots Gentrify us Then supply us with fliers "We sell homes" they just liars Fakes, crooks, low down dirty thieves even No health insurance, can't afford to keep breathing So we keep steaming And drinking rum and Coke No jobs but my n***as got the guns and coke And if you is working and you a 9 to 5er I still salute you cause either way you'se a rider It takes a lot to get up in the morning It takes a lot to get up and get going I feel your pain man, you know the kid heard ya No matter if you flip burgers or commit murder This ain't that check-out-my-salary rap This that south Philly slum lord reality rap And I promise you, long as breath flows through my abdominal I will always talk with you n***a I will walk with you Never let 'em carry your a** and you will never die I'll never let 'em bury your a** Just live life to the fullest by any means necessary Never stop trying, every dream's necessary [Hook]