Free Money Fresh Meth - Rameses II lyrics

(Verse 1: Barrettdog Milli) Kushin' like a sofa, flow out the MOMA Got a milli-inch rims on my Toyota Corolla You know you're doing well when you beat the quota Girls all want a ring, try to clone ya like you was Dakota They think I'm coughing cause I lit it, hit it and got lifted Nah, man, I'm coffin ‘cause I k** it, get it? Out in Hollywood a minute tryna make a living Get my lunch paid, bread in my pocket like I was Subway They hear me flowing and know I opened the floodgates Did it the thug way, that's the Crip and Blood way I gave my haters a case of the Mondays They went looking for money and ending up funding a blood bank This one's for them figures who chill with GRZA Dollar and Widda been known to go ape on a beat like a gorilla Ill as a hospital, none sicker And we louder than the sound that often follow a gun trigger, POP! You hear that shot? Gats co*ked from what I jot on my laptop Can't stop til I get that yacht, show ‘em rap got Did by the kid with the skin color whiter than crack rock (Verse 2: Barrettdog Milli) I want a mansion with many rooms A worn chalice or a gold tomb Growing old got me feeling like Rameses Grandson, chicks throwing me they- I was pious as a monk back when I was young Before I had a drop, before I hit some But then I got dumb, left bread to chase crumbs Made crank calls but I had fun I see it clearer looking back at it Saw the gla** as half gone then I got gla**es Cut cla**es, stuck in my lane like bad traffic My broken mirror gathered dust in the attic They say wisdom is a gift but you'd trade it for youth But I'd take d**h if it meant truth Anything to burn the burden of my bygones I want to die with all my lights on GRZA