$700 for a Tee Lyrics

I'm just a nigga from the hood tryna make a dollar

Mo money, mo love, mo mariju

My people losing hope

Babysitters using dope

And we don't even vote

Cuz politicians using tropes

Man they think that we a joke

Hahaha

They be acting like they saving niggas

And when you don't speak up, you they favorite nigga

When it was time to stand tall, we know who all sat

And when they shouting in they raps, we know who all cap

And when we rap about guns, we get more cash

And if you think that's not designed, then what you call that

Call a crip, call a blood

Man it's time to huddle up

Popping niggas just becuz

Niggas never learned to love

Seeking community, we all want the same thing

Some niggas wear designer, some niggas gang bang

$700 for a tee, why you pay all that

And you bought it on credit, yeah they own that

They tricked you dumb niggas, I can't hate on that

They like damn Big Zoo, why you say all that

Because I come in peace

With my beliefs and I ain't into that

I just like to chief and share my thoughts on the internet

My nigga, where your business at

Cuz I'm bout to eat, I set it up, check the dinner set

We all can eat

That includes you too

For us by us, we the new FUBU

They never talk about Bambatta, Zulu

And OG Shawn McCray, Newark Zoo Crew

And that's just Dennis Rodman poo poo

That's bullshit

Fuck a plantation and a master and a bullwhip

I'm just preaching to my people, no sermon or pulpit

And if you never say what's on your mind you a culprit

Unless you going corporate

Then it's nothing I can tell ya

Black girls can spell man, gotta thank Rockefeller

Love to the allies, we better together

Next time you buy a tee, I just hope it aint Margiela nigga

Spend that money on something else man

Take your mother out to eat or something

Take your mother and your grandmother out to eat

Give them the fucking money man

Don't spend it on a $700 t-shirt dog

What the fuck is up with you niggas

And the problem is, you niggas got not taste man

You put that shit on and you niggas really think y'all fresh

You think you Fresh boy, you ain't Sean Nelson

And we don't own shit, I propose rebellion

It's time to boss up, I know we tired of begging

But we care more about who snitching and who telling

I don't give a fuck fuck

Noreaga What What

Water flow, water crash, Bruce Lee nunchucks

Cashville Young Buck