Kid Pharaoh - Two Cents lyrics
[Kid Pharaoh - Two Cents lyrics]
Ay we been tryna figure out which way to go
I could be right, I could be wrong
I guess we’ll let the time all show
Check the flow, i keep it true and man
That’s really all I know
Keep your two cents and your blueprints
Keep the change and hit the road
Oh man, here we go again
Another little sucka tryna tell me the plan
Acting like I really care ‘bout your opinion?
Shit, take it over there
We don’t really care ain’t no need to share
All that useless bullshit it’s a nuisance
What you proving telling us how to do shit?
My resolution is to reduce your pollution
Blowing up my line, "new phone who dis"?
Why they blowin' up my phone while
I’m on my new shit?
Why they bitin’ on my old while
I’m on my new hit's?
Why you tryna find the gold
When your mind is clueless?
That that shit’ll never satisfy
Tell me who’s next
On the chopping board, I got the sword
Upon the Lord
Now pick your jaw up up off the floor
My love is sore, now what’s the score
You boys are bored
The new J's kicking right through your door
Man fuck outta here with
Your upper class views
I got fam up in the motherland
Just looking for the food
You behind your laptop
Tryna throw your rap shots
They got kids strapped up
Man they got a gat locked up in the piece
Probably never find the peace
In the streets where
They weep all the homies tryna eat
They got homies that's deceased
Ain't no love up in these streets
Baby time is all we need
So for the time we'll let it be but
I ain’t never had to prove a single
Thing to any muthafucka on Earth
Be recording all night, I did it right
Give a fuck about the one who did it first
Top position, homie listen, man you trippin
I be winning even when I’m at my worst
Like who you kidding, time is ticking on your
Rhythms, I don’t ever wanna
Hear another verse, shit
Jack shit, that's what that means to you
So why you tryna tell me just
What I need to do? Follow all your rules
Man that shit ain't feasible
But do what I been doing
I got every reason to
Jack shit that's what that means to you
All I'm tryna do is spread
Love and speak the truth
Too long man they had to seek the truth
Now they hear it everytime I
Make the speakers boom
Ay we been tryna figure out which way to go
I could be right, I could be wrong
I guess we’ll let the time all show
Check the flow, i keep it true and man
That’s really all I know
Keep your two cents and your blueprints
Keep the change and hit the road
Like oh man, here we go again
(Just another motherfucka tryna tell
Me the plan) like oh man, here we go again
(Just another motherfucka tryna tell
Me the plan) like oh man, here we go again
(Just another motherfucka tryna tell
Me the plan) like oh man, here we go again
(Imma keep it all going for
The crew and the gang, gang)
So keep your two cents and your blueprints
Man i’m tryna let it flow
I keep that change up in my pocket
And my eyes up on the road
Keep that change up in your wallet
Keep your voice up in your throat
Keep your two cents and your blueprints
Man i’m tryna let it flow, oh
I could be right, I could be wrong
I guess we’ll let the time all show
Check the flow, i keep it true and man
That’s really all I know
Keep your two cents and your blueprints
Keep the change and hit the road
Oh man, here we go again
Another little sucka tryna tell me the plan
Acting like I really care ‘bout your opinion?
Shit, take it over there
We don’t really care ain’t no need to share
All that useless bullshit it’s a nuisance
What you proving telling us how to do shit?
My resolution is to reduce your pollution
Blowing up my line, "new phone who dis"?
Why they blowin' up my phone while
I’m on my new shit?
Why they bitin’ on my old while
I’m on my new hit's?
Why you tryna find the gold
When your mind is clueless?
That that shit’ll never satisfy
Tell me who’s next
On the chopping board, I got the sword
Upon the Lord
Now pick your jaw up up off the floor
My love is sore, now what’s the score
You boys are bored
The new J's kicking right through your door
Man fuck outta here with
Your upper class views
I got fam up in the motherland
Just looking for the food
You behind your laptop
Tryna throw your rap shots
They got kids strapped up
Man they got a gat locked up in the piece
Probably never find the peace
In the streets where
They weep all the homies tryna eat
They got homies that's deceased
Ain't no love up in these streets
Baby time is all we need
So for the time we'll let it be but
I ain’t never had to prove a single
Thing to any muthafucka on Earth
Be recording all night, I did it right
Give a fuck about the one who did it first
Top position, homie listen, man you trippin
I be winning even when I’m at my worst
Like who you kidding, time is ticking on your
Rhythms, I don’t ever wanna
Hear another verse, shit
Jack shit, that's what that means to you
So why you tryna tell me just
What I need to do? Follow all your rules
Man that shit ain't feasible
But do what I been doing
I got every reason to
Jack shit that's what that means to you
All I'm tryna do is spread
Love and speak the truth
Too long man they had to seek the truth
Now they hear it everytime I
Make the speakers boom
Ay we been tryna figure out which way to go
I could be right, I could be wrong
I guess we’ll let the time all show
Check the flow, i keep it true and man
That’s really all I know
Keep your two cents and your blueprints
Keep the change and hit the road
Like oh man, here we go again
(Just another motherfucka tryna tell
Me the plan) like oh man, here we go again
(Just another motherfucka tryna tell
Me the plan) like oh man, here we go again
(Just another motherfucka tryna tell
Me the plan) like oh man, here we go again
(Imma keep it all going for
The crew and the gang, gang)
So keep your two cents and your blueprints
Man i’m tryna let it flow
I keep that change up in my pocket
And my eyes up on the road
Keep that change up in your wallet
Keep your voice up in your throat
Keep your two cents and your blueprints
Man i’m tryna let it flow, oh