DJ EFN, Ras Kass, Cory Gunz, Black Milk, Black Collar Biz - We Earned It lyrics

I’m sharp as a Puerto Rican’s line up
The bitches come, stay focused
Get your grind up
I refuse to dumb it down, get your mind up
Fuck what you heard, like ears had vaginas
Coochie dog tags all shined up
I rhyme nastier than homeless people fucking
EFN production
Catch me on Collins with a Cubana
Tan cassavas like it’s nothing
Yeah, today was a good day
More niggas in the pump than a hood day
And I get these hoes moist like good yay
My music hot, bitch just push play
Tell haters hashtag DMY
Go fuck yourself, eat shit and die
Call him LeBron for a reason
I shit a steamer on their chest
Then I’m leaving for Cleveland

Everything we got in this world
Nigga we earned it never follow your rules
Took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect
We rap for a purpose
Everything we got in this world
Nigga we earned it never follow your rules
Took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect
We rap for a purpose

It's the flow flow
Never so so with the writtens
One take in a break like intermissions
In the middle of the map, bottom of the mat
And you still listen to a tape
That’s banging out the system
Wishing for them flashing lights
To be flashing
My way like cars down the highway
Had to be high just to be at ease
Most of these niggas dreams
Turned to memories
But my niggas was like hell nah
Don’t even know how to spell the world fail
Not even in our vocab
We was on the grind from
Sundown to sunshine, the whole nine
That was old times
At the time old timers didn’t understand
What was playing out the speakers
Music rumbling the tweeters make
Haters turn believers
Ladies that couldn’t leave us
You know, out the back door
Fade to black, pull a disappearing act, gone
Didn’t mean to stay long
Just checking if my mics on yo we on?

Everything we got in this world
Nigga we earned it never follow your rules
Took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect
We rap for a purpose
Everything we got in this world
Nigga we earned it never follow your rules
Took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect
We rap for a purpose

I’m ready for work like Monday
Catch me in LA on sucker free Sundays
On the porch like Smokey and Q on Friday
It’s a work week
And these suckers just work weak
Get busted like a condom popped
When the sperm leak can’t touch me
Like I’m sick and they germ freaks
I should sanitize their mouth for
The dirt they’re spitting out
I remove em like a spot
And my nickname was shout

All I do is think of
The dudes who got murdered
From the center, from the
Cypher, from bangers, from freestylers
Either palm trees or green weed
Growing in sunny Cali
Catch me in that V8 with smoke round me
I’m from Cali to the seas and
I don’t need no triggers
Don't rock jewelry or long chains
Cause that’s for ugly niggas
The wolf stay hunger so we
Tryna hit the buffet
We work for that meal like the
Sign from a bum say

Back at it again, back hand battle for spins
We ain’t compatible
Better watch who you’re calling your friends
Line you up for the firing squad
Even the odds in the city of emeralds
Only taking what’s ours eyes on the prize
These busters is Mark Jacobs
Feeling divine, these models is all aces
We ain’t playing your cards right
But we come from a crazy hood
So your shot look crazy like Bill Cartwright

Everything we got in this world
Nigga we earned it never follow your rules
Took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect
We rap for a purpose
Everything we got in this world
Nigga we earned it never follow your rules
Took a lighter and burned it
Underground, nah we right here on the surface
Our rap sheet is perfect
We rap for a purpose

I ain’t with none of that
I ain’t never in the back
Where all the frontin' at
Militia the gang, CMB enterprise
Somebody pray for me cause it’s dinner time
Hide your wife and your kids
Bitch I’m a home wrecker guard your chest
And get a vest full of chrome checker
Yessir, little Redman on his own method
Niggas suck and y’all like em
You’re dome neckers
Anyway I go out, I’ll be mobbing for dole
Mama lonely, in your hood, ask about me
They know me
Respect is given, if less delivered
Respect is taken more chops and drops than
Niggas record breaking
Tell a threat fake and nigga name a place
Time and Imma take seconds
Nigga ain’t gone waste time
Love how you niggas doing tank time
Fucking rats house rats, snake spawn