Styles P - Monopolizing lyrics

Like I'm sitting on the tear with years left ahead Too much pain but I ain't got a tear left to shed I'm speakin to myself like yea, get the bread The meat and the cheese too, the money will appease you In case the love leaves you, nah It's only a meth that gets this type evil All I know is takers and givers and fowl n***as Ain't no love, they just scared to throw paper around wit us And we gotta go to heaven cuz the underground wit us If we all don't blow then I'd prolly die bitter I figured the equation, everything's amazing You locked in the cage or stuck in the maze and I burn your rat though, I tip my hat though Cuz now it's been said that the game is the devil's last hope I just wanna play God's house I'm on the streets though, still taking the hard route Monopolizing, or how this game is being played Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep Monopolizing, or how this game is being played Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep k** all racks then hard crack Yeah that D block bullsh**, I'm still on that All rappers be aware cuz the villain's back 50 shots, let me see who tried to dodge that I had a crime scene lookin like we in Iraq Hit the spot, jades closed and I spin right back Hold up, Poovs wait, let me fix my hat Now please raise the volume up so I can spit that crack Smoke loud, pop perks til my lips get chap And n***as I done seen grown men get kidnapped All cuz they said they stash at endless racks Back on my block we used to have endless packs We started with it, pulling both Bentleys back, n***a Monopolizing, or how this game is being played Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep Monopolizing, or how this game is being played Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep Insane like jackin the shinin, money rhyme it in Han sight I only look for it when I'm findin But you gotta find more than what you look for Fool, but I know that there's a book in the j**el store Smoke good, get it high I cook raw Tired of this every day ghetto sh** Hoes, strippers that try to get fellons to get your melon split But if you know the game no tellin sh** These is the rules, I ain't make em up Yea they put em to sleep but couldn't wake em up He was just in the strip club throwin paper up Now the family is throwin Rolls' down And these n***as is yelling they gonna hold it down You know the streets, it's the same old cycle 9 on my mountain bike, the same old cycle Ghost me in the cut cuz the game so tryful yeah Monopolizing, or how this game is being played Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep Monopolizing, or how this game is being played Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep