Jedi Mind Tricks - Freshco & Miz lyrics

I mean, I understand it's a business
But come on, make an another reason why you
Made it for 50-60 dollars
I find dollar records that
That is, you know, and that's the truth
Because they all, they all start at a dollar
The guy that showed you that beat
And it becomes so popular
He got it for a dollar or 50 cents
He didn't pay two hundred dollars for it
(he payed 50 dollars)
And you know, he didn't pay anything for it
He payed a dollar, two dollars
Five dollars, tops
Now all of a sudden the fucking
Record is two hundred-something dollars
No, no, no, no, fuck that beat starts
Yeah
We on that Freshco & Miz shit our here, pop
Listen, one two, yeah, yeah

Listen, money
You ain't gettin' nothin' from me
And the eighth of sour
Diesel medication for me
And the shit you spit - that's
Softer than vapin' to me
All you get is hard work
And dedication for me and my brother Stoupe
He cook in a basement with me
That was years ago
Now it's like it's ancient to me
We the definition how you age gracefully, B
I'm a God-fearer
Ya'll are more of Satan to me
I don't fuck with swine
Ya'll a piece of bacon to me
Ya'll as soft as baby shit
Ya'll are jaded to me this is complicated
Ya'll do it too basically
And being scary was never a sensation for me
The best record ever made it
Take a nation to me
And this microphone it was
Always faithful to me
It cost money just to have
A conversation with me
Time is money, dummy, I ain't
Got the patience in me, yuh

Listen, yeah
Listen money, you ain't gettin notta from me
Not a penny, not a nickel
Not a dollar from me
Or the Fendi or the Gucci or the Prada for me
Get a job, muhfucka, stop botherin' me
?See I looked at Nicodemo? like
A father to me my work effort too crazy to
Get farther than me
All you dirty mothafuckers should
Be honoring me
It's been twenty years of tryna
Take my aura from me
What you see as glamour life is
Like a horror to me
I ain't tryna lead a crib
It's always drama for me
That's the reason why I always
Got the lama on me cause they tryna hang a
Motherfuckin' charge over me
Ain't no judge in his
Right mind pardoning me
He gon' throw the book at me
Ain't no bargain' for me
I'm a bad lieutenant
You just like a sergeant to me
Build with gods on another
Level, father degree, yeah