Freddie Gibbs, Daz Dillinger - Rap Money (with Statik Selektah) lyrics

Take a dance with the devil if you will
Hit the booth to lay my vocals
With a seven of some kill
Still addicted to the reefer
Been a chiefer since a teen though
Started serving sacks of stress
Weed through my screen door
Went to banging them boulders
Through my burglar bars
Knowing every fiend that I serve
I could get served with a charge
People set me up
Tried to rob me in my cousin garage
Even your family will fuck you, fuck love
It's just a facade
I need some rap money, pimping
My pen, getting paid, bitch
Paper in my pocket before I
Jump on the stage, bitch
Let them labels know that a piece
Of change ain't gonna change him
Cuz' way before I gave you this
Gary thing I was slanging, banging
Eastside niggas gotta eat
Got caught up on 65
It's been dry for about a week
Pray to the heavenly father
Now I lay me down to sleep
I promise I'ma take my hands
Up out the streets
If I could only get some rap money

Ya rather do this shit than that shit
Don't get it fucked up that's
Just some rap shit
Ya rather do this than that shit
Don't get it fucked up that's
Just some rap shit

Started smoking Chronic out with Doctor Dre
Youngest out the group
Wishing and hoping to get paid
Starving on two bags of
Weed with seven niggas created Doggystyle
The youngest up out to live the Dogg Pound
Still hungry, poured us some dog food
Alleged
Don't try to tell me dreams don't come true
Formatted the plan, the motherfucking man
Rap money in my hand, mo' G's and mo' gram
Hooked up with Pac, all eyes on me
Just call me that nigga Daz or the D-A-Z
Twenty years later I'm here just
Like I never left
Rock the motherfucking stage
Every night I collect
Worldwide respect, keep it independent
Distribute and press my own CDs
Ya little nigga
Sixty days later this how a nigga spend it
Rap money, hundred thousand sold
Nigga meal ticket love rap money