Brooklyn, come on, come on
Sitting in the living room on the floor,
hunger pain got me on some migraine, but I'm a maintainer
Got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in
the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for a caper, daily plotting for the paper,
we been living in the dark since
On the candle, gotta get a handle
My homie got a .25 automatic,
look up in the yellow page
Let me tell you how we finna get paid
We gon' stick the .25 up in his face
Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors
One weapon to the four of us
Hidin' in the corridor till we see the
white boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open, I'll be mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his
You know what this is, it's a stick up
Give me the dough from your pick -ups,
You running down the block hot
with these stacks of boxes
Yo, ain't you hungry, mutt?
You wanna get paid, mutt?
Ain't you tired of starving, mutt?
I know a way we can get paid
The name says you, but the face is me
Now it's your turn, take my paperwork
Like one, two, three, let's make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And it's gon' be about three
Cause when we was booted,
Now we just walk right up and say,
To the game, we rockin' brand names
Well known at department store chains
Even got the boys in the crew
Popo never know who's the true blame
Wait two weeks, report the car stolen
Repeat the cycle like a laundromat
Like a glitch in the system,
We can take it right back,
Get a friend, then do it again
Damn right, that's how we pay the rent
Yeah, got to get this paper I'm
This is the way we survive
K -12, we can get some government paper,
you know food stamps, can we really
Hell yeah, right there, voter taken, f*** welfare,
we say reparations and uh, you know
the grind, get up early, get on the line and just wait,
everybody on break, that's part
And when they call your name,
Worker, let me state my claim
times is hard, I'm bout hopeless
But I gotta eat regardless,
no family to run to, I'm 22
Now tell me what the f***
My sad story made her feel close to me,
I made her feel like it was an emergency
And when I came to the crib, couldn't believe,
I came back with a big bag of grocery
Every job I ever had, I had to get em'
I find how to pimp the system
Two steps ahead of the manager,
getting over on the regular
Tax free money out the register
And when I'm working late nights,
I'm creepin' they merchandise and
I'm droppin' the p***s and takin'
all day long to mop the kitchen
We ain't gettin' paid commission,
minimum wage, modern day slave conditions
Got me flippin' burgers with no power and can't
even buy one off what I make in an hour
s*** for the top position
I take mine off the top like a politician
doin' dirt is a part of livin'
I got miles to feed, dawg, I got to get it
You down to roll my d***?
You better get your hands dirty,
Your momma need money and thangs,
And show that you ready to ride
Freedom, we got to get over
