Aasim - Message Approved lyrics
[Aasim - Message Approved lyrics]
Money Pit part two! Uh uh, uh
Cost of livin', when you about a hunnid
Million dollars richer
Your reign on the top got a
Fiber glass ceilin', now here's a picture
A million bitches in the club
How you gon' pick a
Fight with some niggas? Mamí, listen
You came to the spot half
Naked you don't think these
Niggas on a mission? I pray to God
I try to try to keep my faith
But every day stress be testin' me hard
Uh, uh, foot heavy on the gas
Can't pump my brakes at all
I hope a nigga don't crash while
You watch my rise and fall
But, I don't plan on comin' back down
I gotta have it all
On the court I play the game to win
Gimme the ball
Mama used to tuck me in, but I still had
Bad dreams, the same ones over again, and my
Pops is on strike, I guess it all makes sense
Since he missed the first half of my life
They say "You with Diddy, nigga
How you broke like us?
Almost at the end of your rope
Like us? No hope like us?"
I'm closer to the top than the bottom
So the right now ain't really a problem
It could be worse
We got the first black President
The one before that tried to leave us cursed
So now what is the cost of livin'?
Minimum wage is like a dollar fifty cent
Less than what niggas was gettin'
I tried pitchin', when I was young I had the
Same ounce of weed for the whole damn summer
You gotta love it
You gotta laugh at yourself sometimes
Throw up your hands and say, "Fuck it
" mo'fuckers
Uh, uh, foot heavy on the gas
Can't pump my brakes at all
I hope a nigga don't crash while
You watch my rise and fall
But, I don't plan on comin' back down
I gotta have it all
On the court I play the game to win
Gimme the ball
Road to the riches
Real niggas ain't always real
So doin' real things is kinda eh
Is the rap game finished? I don't know
But it sure is a lot of rappers
And not a whole lotta winners
I know a lotta sinners, I'm one of 'em
So I ain't gotta hide from no mirrors
Can't make a ho a housewife
And can't take her to dinner
Bag her, fuck her, be done with her
You dumb nigga my résumé led astray
Many chicks loiter men like day
Brought 'em right into the dark side
Now I got a daughter, and it's ironic
I'm tryin' to be the man lookin' out for her
Baby mother say she my biggest fan
But every month, she need another grand
Fuck it
This the life I chose, 'til my light dim
I look at pops, and try to
Be the opposite of like him, y'knamean?
Uh, uh, foot heavy on the gas
Can't pump my brakes at all
I hope a nigga don't crash while
You watch my rise and fall
But, I don't plan on comin' back down
I gotta have it all
On the court I play the game to win
Gimme the ball
Money Pit, part two!
Cost of livin', when you about a hunnid
Million dollars richer
Your reign on the top got a
Fiber glass ceilin', now here's a picture
A million bitches in the club
How you gon' pick a
Fight with some niggas? Mamí, listen
You came to the spot half
Naked you don't think these
Niggas on a mission? I pray to God
I try to try to keep my faith
But every day stress be testin' me hard
Uh, uh, foot heavy on the gas
Can't pump my brakes at all
I hope a nigga don't crash while
You watch my rise and fall
But, I don't plan on comin' back down
I gotta have it all
On the court I play the game to win
Gimme the ball
Mama used to tuck me in, but I still had
Bad dreams, the same ones over again, and my
Pops is on strike, I guess it all makes sense
Since he missed the first half of my life
They say "You with Diddy, nigga
How you broke like us?
Almost at the end of your rope
Like us? No hope like us?"
I'm closer to the top than the bottom
So the right now ain't really a problem
It could be worse
We got the first black President
The one before that tried to leave us cursed
So now what is the cost of livin'?
Minimum wage is like a dollar fifty cent
Less than what niggas was gettin'
I tried pitchin', when I was young I had the
Same ounce of weed for the whole damn summer
You gotta love it
You gotta laugh at yourself sometimes
Throw up your hands and say, "Fuck it
" mo'fuckers
Uh, uh, foot heavy on the gas
Can't pump my brakes at all
I hope a nigga don't crash while
You watch my rise and fall
But, I don't plan on comin' back down
I gotta have it all
On the court I play the game to win
Gimme the ball
Road to the riches
Real niggas ain't always real
So doin' real things is kinda eh
Is the rap game finished? I don't know
But it sure is a lot of rappers
And not a whole lotta winners
I know a lotta sinners, I'm one of 'em
So I ain't gotta hide from no mirrors
Can't make a ho a housewife
And can't take her to dinner
Bag her, fuck her, be done with her
You dumb nigga my résumé led astray
Many chicks loiter men like day
Brought 'em right into the dark side
Now I got a daughter, and it's ironic
I'm tryin' to be the man lookin' out for her
Baby mother say she my biggest fan
But every month, she need another grand
Fuck it
This the life I chose, 'til my light dim
I look at pops, and try to
Be the opposite of like him, y'knamean?
Uh, uh, foot heavy on the gas
Can't pump my brakes at all
I hope a nigga don't crash while
You watch my rise and fall
But, I don't plan on comin' back down
I gotta have it all
On the court I play the game to win
Gimme the ball
Money Pit, part two!