Huh! I'ma need a bigger bag for the cohort
Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs
Bet that, head crack, blunt force
Cozy with the east Africans up north
Huh! I'ma need a bigger bag for the cohort
Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs
Bet that, head crack, blunt force
Cozy with the east Africans up north
Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law
Crescent moon wink, when I blinked it was gone
Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword
Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God
03, momma rockin' Liz Claiborne
Had her stressin' up the wall playin' Mary J. songs
Rainy day came, couldn't rinse the stains off
Long way to go, we already came far
Story stayed the same, it was never made up
Threw me loose change, look at what I made of it
When the mood change, I'ma poker-face 'em
It's a new day, who got all the aces?
Who be foldin' late? Who know when to play dead?
Who sit up straight when the roof caved in?
Had a full plate, you ain't wanna split it
Tell it to you straight, you ain't wanna listen
Cup runneth over the brim
Bust open, there's no closin' the lid
Drumroll, here go my lil' entrance
Gung ho, I'm the one that go get it
Five Os on me like the Olympics
Pure gold, somethin' told me, "Don't mix it"
Caught a feelin', momma had me out Temple
Not religious, we was really out Philly
Livin' on the fly tryna wing it
We got us a fire to rekindle
Redirect the fight where it's meant for
Triumph over plight and immense loss
Ride alone at night, I get clear thoughts
Caught a couple slights and I veered off
Saw another height, had my ears poppin'
Walked outside, it was still gorgeous
Sharp incisors reveal slowly
[Chorus]
In the dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry
Uh, niggas still drummin'
Foot shook ground when I stepped on it
Didn't look back when I broke soil
Cause every time I did it would hurt more
In the dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry
And I didn't look back when I broke soil
Cause every time I did it would hurt more
[Outro]
Alright
Yessir, this nigga spittin'
Damn, nigga
Huh! Trebam veću torbu za kohortu
Tryni napravite milijunaš iz drolja
Kladim se da, pukotina, tupi sila
Ugodan s istočnim Afrikancima na sjever
Gdje sedam napravi tri, okrenite desetak po zakonu
Polumjesec mjesec, kad sam trepnuo
Ostavio je krevetić, udario, nema omotača na maču
Napravio ga je kožom mojih zuba, hvala Bogu
03, Mama Rockin 'Liz Claiborne
Imao je njezin stres zid igrao je Marije J.
Došao je kišni dan, nije mogao isprati mrlje
Dugačak put, već smo došli daleko
Priča je ostala ista, nikada nije bila napravljena
Bacila mi je izgubljenu promjenu, pogledaj ono što sam napravio od njega
Kada se raspoloženje promijeni, ja sam poker-lice
To je novi dan, koji je dobio sve asove?
Tko kasni? Tko zna kada će se igrati mrtav?
Tko sjedi ravno kad se krov spušta?
Imao si punu ploču, nisi ga htio podijeliti
Reci vam ravno, ne želite slušati
Šalica trči preko oboda
Poprsje otvoren, ne zatvara se poklopac
Drumroll, ovdje idi moj lil 'ulaz
Gung ho, ja sam onaj koji idi dobiti
Pet OS na mene kao Olimpijada
Čisto zlato, nešto mi je rekao: "Nemojte ga miješati"
Uhvatio je osjećaj, mama me je ismijavala
Nije religiozan, bili smo stvarno od Philly
Živi na muhu tryni krila
Dobili smo nam vatru da ponovno zapalimo
Preusmjeriti borbu gdje se to odnosi
Trijumf nad odgodom i ogromnim gubitkom
Voziti sama noću, ja dobivam jasne misli
Uhvatio sam par snijeg i skrenuo sam
Vidio drugu visinu, imala je moje uši poppin '
Izašao je van, to je još uvijek prekrasno
Oštri sjekutići otkrivaju polako
[Chorus]
U mraku smo bili pravi gladni
Na sedam od pet, bili smo pravi gladni
Uh, niggas je još uvijek bubmmin '
Noga se tresao kad sam našao na njega
Nisu se osvrtali kad sam slomio tlo
Jer svaki put kad sam učinio to bi boli više
U mraku smo bili pravi gladni
Na sedam od pet, bili smo pravi gladni
I nisam se osvrtao kad sam slomio tlo
Jer svaki put kad sam učinio to bi boli više
[OUTRO]
U redu
Yessir, ovaj nigga spittin
Prokleta, crna