Sha Hef - M.P.R. lyrics

(Produced by Otavi Locke) [Hook x8] I gotta get it, money, power, respect, n***a [Verse] Opiates seeping through my pores while I'm flooring it No stash box for the Glock, my lap where I'm storing it Used to move weight through the country but now we touring it Activis drought, but still I'm pouring it Had a hunnit fifty pints tucked in the back of ya baby mother brib You can't compare me to nothing, I'm on some other sh** You meet the b**h and you cuff her, that Danny Glover sh** We pop some pills then we f**ing, that xanny lover sh** I play the block with my youngins, they on that thirsty sh** But cool, calm, and collected, tucking them thirty clips Do what I say, they just waiting to twerk them dirty sticks My fit cost me two thousand, but got on dirty kicks f** all that birdy sh**, n***a, I got like four jacks And even when it's a shaky day, they make forty racks In highschool me and Nox was trapping out four acts And even then it was nothing to let that four clap But now I'm tryna get my act together In the booth now, tryna get my raps together But it's obvious that n***as gotta pack berettas Cause these f** n***as like to roll in packs together But they don't know, a n***a like me been ready to die I don't give a f**, higher than Jesus, ready to fly 'Lotta n***as wanna put they hands on me, but never tried Cause a n***a know, they put they hands on me they gon' fry [Hook x8] I gotta get it, money, power, respect, n***a