Marcus Orelias - Roaring 20s lyrics

[Intro - Louis Farrakhan:] "Heaven and hell are just two conditions of life And they're right here on this Earth" (tell me why) [Hook - B.A.C.A:] Roaring 20s Selling souls, just to make that money The same level as the Devil staking plenty 100's Plenty 100's [x2] (I've been blessed with this curse) Stacking plenty 100's [repeat] [Verse 1 - B.A.C.A.:] Tell me why you hate it? I'm out here tryna make it Why you out here tryna fake it? I'm out in Vegas getting paid quick With ya girl legs split. Yea this some Bay sh** Where I was raised kid. Everybody know the struggle They all got they own hustle When I'm in trouble, spend my last And watch that cash gone double, I bubble like a crackpot The money cool but the trap hot, yea I'm in a bad spot Tryna be legit but if I quit then the cash drop And that's my last option Got em begging like some fiends when my track dropping Now you tell me who hot when, I bag it up and you backing up You acting up and not stacking up Wanna be me but can't see me You know I'm bout that action cause Got em hating, even though it's been a while You b**hes stay in line waiting, single file [Hook] [Verse 2 - Marcus Orelias:] Eliminating competition, when I illuminate lines Staying grounded like a ball hit on foul lines sh** foul lines; get a whiff, me and B.A.C.A; on the strip Honey strips on the strip. She told me It's her way to get through college And the fastest way to a man's heart Is through his wallet. I said living life, cabalist When you stuck ballin', is the price you pay While money come usain; you insane Thinking we'll never touch, top five Been down all my life, contemplating on a rise You see, it's insanity when They say truth will set you free But it's the same thing hurting me So honestly, I don't see what the holla is I got a need to rest, where the dollar is Rapping bout the hood, in the hills is blasphemy Rapping from the hills, to the hood is luxury I know that's where I wanna be She's said ok, we do the same thing Same boss, different dreams It's no secret; don't make a scene Because I'm only in my 20s [Hook] [Verse 3 - Marcus Orelias:] Still tippin, big pimpin, trippin, on sites near you Steering from tunnel vision I don't know what you've been through Playing this game, I won't save you What I say, I hope stick like glue A little bit, she quote Ray. I make it do what it do, I do I'm a do it for you. You do you; promise me You'll come through with that good Never selling out just to be in From HP was a drive, gotta have drive to get it in Once you surpa** shades and egos Sleeping with enemies, don't expect nightcaps I write my name in all caps, looking me in my eyes She said, you're pretty bold, nothing to hide I'm underscore; you'll live italicized My oath is sworn, condemned to defeat That's below for meet and greets I said people see no one just succeeds I'm putting the 'K' to it, k**ing dreams Reaching across the globe is my goal Hold me saint or hold me close Shook her hand, tipped her some mo and said If I blow just know I never sold my soul Cause I'm just... [Hook]