[Dialogue] Every dollar we make The Guineas get 20 The police get 40 And Goldberg gets 50 Anybody can tell you that don't add up to a dollar That adds up to a dollar and a dime [Sample] Change gon' come [Verse 1: Ha**aan Mackey] One, two One, two Let's go Dear you cleared viewed out the window Every since the days of straight legs and Nintendo I came to you to gain all the info Even showed me pathways to walk to my kin folks Back of the cla** made me swift with a pencil In the hall ways listen to instrumentals Or in the lunch room beating on the lunch table I'm kicking freestyles trying to keep my brain stable Living conditions made me different So I never did the things they do remained me and stayed true Used to rock the neon green fat lace In the babe blue Stan Smiths eating up rap n***as like Manwich They keep telling me calm down, I can't b**h Ghetto red hot way before the travel fox My momma's brown Gran Torino and a boom box Busting shorts at the basketball court, striped socks, let's go [Hook x2] Pinch a dollar bill good, stretch it till the next time come around Hand to hand learnings of the earners who be hustling on the underground [Verse 2: Ha**aan Mackey] Grew up the fatherless boy, you know, the problem kid My elders staring me down like what the problem is My momma stares and she frowns because the block we live Has taken how she raised me and erased all of her accomplishments Redrew them with money and promises of fame Though I been in this for years and still ain't getting change Balancing ideas on a broke n***as dreams Watching the the television while trying not to scream Plotting for pies the main theme, slice yours good then make green Land full of make believe you can't breathe Channel stays turned to what they want you to see Zero on repeat, sleep on a loop, but me I keep the volume on boom No jeep Just the system and the bang goes deep 24 hours, eyes open on the creep [Hook]