Underpaid

(album: The Free Album - 2016)

Wooh, I'm so underpaid (underpaid, underpaid), but fuck it, these the under days
Got to put in work like a hundred slaves, swear that I'm so underpaid
I be getting straight to the money, no stops (no stops, not stops)
No fear, nigga, unafraid, it's win or die, like the Hunger Games
Wooh, I swear that I'm so underpaid
I swear that I be getting straight to the money
No time for the sleep, gotta handle my business
Young niggas getting killed, it's the cycle of life, I'm tryna break it like dishes
Young nigga grinding hard, putting in that overtime (what?)
Do it all for the riches (for the riches)
No time for a hater, no thoughts for a thot (for a thot)
Middle finger to the bitches, ugh
Focused on my drive and these lines is what separates us
I'm tryna make a lane for a nigga
All these dimes hanging 'round and they fighting over pennies (over pennies)
Well, I'm glad you see a change in the nigga, ugh
Look, going Drizzy Drake on a nigga, blowing up
And Nothing Was The Same for a nigga
Breaking up a box, David Blaine on a nigga
Flow crack, and I whip it up a Range for a nigga
They ain't working, they be faking with the hustlers
Who you think you're fooling nigga?
Black Mamba work ethic, Kobe Bryant with the shot (with the shot)
If I don't make it, I keep shooting nigga
Wooh, Kobe face, Kobe face, Kobe face (what)
From a place, we don't ever know we safe (naw)
Every day, niggas shooting like it's Golden State (bop)
And tuck the burner in the bushes, that's a throwaway, ugh
Diamonds blue and yellow like it's IKEA (IKEA, IKEA)
And it's brighter than my ideas and R.I.P. to Aaliyah
But I'm one in a million, I can't stomach the feeling
Of being broke till I'm dead, that's just so unappealing
I murder beats, you could say I'm making a killing
I'm from the streets, cooking up to feed me a village
We gotta eat, every day I'm faced with decisions
Like do I grind and go get stacks, buy dimes and flip all that
Weight, shit 'cause I need a break boy, no Kit-Kat
Street nigga, gotta stay on my toes, boy no Tic-Tac
Nigga riding around with a heavy pimp and a number 1, that's Big Mac
Keep it one hundred like I'm summer days (waht)
Street smarts, reminiscent to my dumber days
Now, I'm getting sex money, boy, I'm fucking paid
But still feeling like I'm underpaid
Wait, battle like D
[?]
With the flow mastered and conquer the beats
The coldest flow holding the POTUS hostage
And watching the worlds monsters be monsters
Frankenstein be the Congress, Ben Franklin the gospel
[?] bringing poilice killings to light but fuck it justice if is nothing
Brothers still brothers and sisters still sisters, my brother even with chains on
In a way we becoming slaves, still feeling like we underpaid