Don't be so repetitive... hey
No one wants a negative,
We can do collateral, but
we can't do the negligence...
Aiming for these presidents, hey
But in support of Kennedy...
The Hip-Hop that we know is dead,
But Gr!ppy got the remedy...

I'm from the city where a skinny boy can dress up,
Where no can fight without some heat under the dresser,
No money can't thrive so when I wake I lace my checks up,
The one's who phony die off so you are about to see the best up.
No time to rest up, doc say i cant keep all this stress up,
My family gon' eat so believe I'll run this check up,
There's no love to be found and honestly that's just messed up,
But it's by any means achieve my dreams of a tes-la...
So don't test-us, for our green like as-bes-tos,
Rotten from the core, these scars I bore from no break-fast,
Acting out of accord cause the lord must have blessed us,
Cause the gift we all neg-lect is not per-fect but so precious-
Gone...

Cause when the stakes are high, we not too baked to ride...
I gave the game a taste before I'm placed inside...
Sometimes it's hard to take all the weight inside,
& that's why we play no games in this game of life.
I prayed to get you spayed with this shaving knife,
I wonder would it have felt better to have saved a life?
In the fading light misplaced my case to fight,
But if my writes are good will I disgrace the night?
Chasing my plight somehow evading your sights,
I'm rolling the weed and I bet the casing is tight,
Your favorite rapper's a flake & so replace 'em I might,
Cause off the lean we play no games, at least just label me right...
- It's Gold.

Don't be so repetitive... hey
No one wants a negative,
We can do collateral, but
We can't do the negligence...
Aiming for these presidents, hey
But in supports of Kennedy...
The Hip-Hop that we know is dead,
But Gr!ppy got the remedy...