Reks, Torae, Slaine - Rap-A-Nomics lyrics

A little liquor to the ass
Fall for fast sports, drugs
And entertainment we in the game with insane
Criminals who claim vics
Used to play the basement, house parties
Ages raging in the teen age
Adolescent stage and smoke blunts outrageous
In the days my papes was minimal
Craving similar wages
As the drug dealers, they was so caked up
We admired, laced up Jordans
Sporting faded cuts, hater what
Teacher said it made to make a buck
Living so fast, waking up
Wondering where the last ten years went
Put a ring on her finger
I ain’t been back since
By back I mean the innocence
In a sense I still reminisce on the tenements
President-chasing, Timb lacing
Benefit from yesterday’s days man
It’s hard to replace them, amen

Rap-a nomics, grabbing dollars we all crave
We was brought up in the
Hood so the hood stays passing bottles
My niggas rep their good haze
Laughing, reminiscing on the days we worked
Rap-a nomics, grabbing dollars we all crave
We was brought up in the
Hood so the hood stays passing bottles
My niggas rep their good haze
Laughing, reminiscing on the days

Back in the booth with a snake tongue
Crack in my tooth in the mouth of madness my
Lungs were hacking up truth
From the Warchester? store back of my youth
Or my Dorchester steps with
My jacket and boots
I rose to fame in this game
Started stacking my loot
Captain and juice swirling in my cup
Acting obtuse
A nut, hunger stirring in my gut
Danger lurking in the dark
Curtains now I’m coming up
Anger certain in my heart
Fear’s never in my eyes
I can make Medusa blink
And I been known to get stoned
I been known to do some drinking
I’ve been pounding vodka riding shotgun
In a boosted Lincoln
I been broke and stupid so I
Know the way the user thinking
I looked around and I elevated my strategy
I persevered when I felt the
Weight of a tragedy i plotted a scheme and
Made you into casualties
They hate it how I made it
I can tell the way they’re mad at me

Rap-a nomics, grabbing dollars we all crave
We was brought up in the
Hood so the hood stays passing bottles
My niggas rep their good haze
Laughing, reminiscing on the days we worked
Rap-a nomics, grabbing dollars we all crave
We was brought up in the
Hood so the hood stays passing bottles
My niggas rep their good haze
Laughing, reminiscing on the days

I remember rubber band strings
Knot after knot
Inside of a Nike box before cheddar was gwap
Before the chain and the watch
And the bezzle with rocks
Niggas small time, peddle for props
I would heavily watch the block
Big shot till he got knocked
Then the nigga under him ended
Up taking his spot and the cycle never end
You wonder where it’ll stop
A lot of dudes still stuck in the spot
Still stuck on the block, the block radius
The way they moving is the craziest
Round a bunch of them up and play them this
Saying this the truth
Ain’t real as the pudding in proof
Depends on what you spit in the booth
What I’m giving to the youth
Still relate to the old
Just one saying it’s hot
The other saying it’s cold
Through lights, cameras, and
Action, glammer, glitter, and gold
Nigga the flow spilling out of my soul
You know

Rap-a nomics, grabbing dollars we all crave
We was brought up in the
Hood so the hood stays passing bottles
My niggas rep their good haze
Laughing, reminiscing on the days we worked
Rap-a nomics, grabbing dollars we all crave
We was brought up in the
Hood so the hood stays passing bottles
My niggas rep their good haze
Laughing, reminiscing on the days