Mike Floss - Joe's Turkey lyrics

[Verse 1] I came a long way, brought up the wrong way My life used to be f**ed, that's all I'm gon' say Cause you already know how the game go All over the globe, it's only more of the same, yo Day by day, we all work hard for pay Doin' what we got to do to survive If you don't, that's for you to decide Is you down to ride? Hustle? Provide the muscle? But then go from every angle to piece of the puzzle? Yo-- I'm tryin' to pawn the buckle Make the struggle worth all my trouble The hood gonna love the new Fatlip No, I'm not the crack addict b**h a** n******gs who slept before my last sh** My style is cla**ic Born to be cla**ic Peace to O.D., the basket And f** America [Hook] Comin' through in the clutch, ready to touch as much as possible So I'm gonna do what I gots to do Get money, make money by any means Whatever that means, no more pork and beans Fresh and clean, physically as well as mental Inventing my schemes, cause my cream is essential Ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride! [Verse 2] Back again, straight out the trash can Startin' back in the game with a master plan Tryin' to get this money just as fast as I can Procrastination is disastrous, man My sh**'s critical, but little identical To the n***a that up and split thirty years ago But today's my day, babe Formulate a plan to stay, babe, for six more decades Invest my cash, stash a little nest egg Nothing but the fly sh**, I wanna buy sh** Homes in Rome, Cadillac chrome Trust funds for my little sons when they grown Cool little hideaway spot that I own So all y'all s**ers can leave me the f** alone I don't wanna be bothered, don't bother to holler Yo squeak, let me borrow a dollar to get home [Hook] [Verse 3] Everybody broke, it really ain't a joke I'm asking my sister for cigarettes to smoke Borrowing clothes from my brother Was so cold we all three be living with my mother Running up the phone bill, can't afford my own meal At a time in her life when she's supposed to chill I'm sorry, mama, I'm irresponsible As humanly possible, my mind is illogical I get money one day, be broke the next Six months left for the next publishing check In the meantime, in between time I beg D.V. for a G to write these rhymes Verbal [?], I speak that hobo language It's in my blood, pop train hopped in the rain and mud Sleet and snow, to get where he had to go Well f** that, you know? [Hook] [Outro] Get money, make money (yo-yo-yo) Make money, get money (yo-yo-yo) Make money, get money (yo-yo-yo) Ain't a damn thing changed, you still need that change More than that, dollars and cents, know what I'm sayin'? So from here on out, from now on until infinity You gonna see me on my grind baby You know what I'm sayin'? I know that sh** sounds corny Cause everybody talkin' 'bout tryin' to get money But this sh** is for real real really real real real Know what I'm saying? And that's, you know, that's all I can say You know what I'm saying? I'm gonna be rolling, and doing my little thing Get my little Gotti doodads, my little blappers [?] Fat Leezy baby