Who Got The Blues Lyrics

You better take it in stride

Cause there's a whole lotta snakes looking to break in your pride

And I wouldn't wanna be one of em who catches the side

Of one of those ready to die for the sake of their high

I'm sayin, this ain't even rap no more this is good times

Jimmy Walker's out on the street throwing hood signs

People need to relax and stop the hating, but fuck it

Hating's fun and I'm bad at harlem shaking

I mean, I dance a little bit and I can keep up a step

But I ain't banking on my moves or getting by on my rep

Shit, yo this is harder than I thought it be

I'm 20 years deep in this game and no one's calling me

Who got the blues? Who ain't fitting their shoes?

Who ain't paying dues? Who addicted to booze?

Who outta luck? Who out there feeling stuck?

Only out for a buck and ain't giving a fuck

Who got the blues? Who ain't fitting their shoes?

Who ain't paying dues? Who addicted to booze?

Who outta luck? Who out there feeling stuck?

Only out for a buck and ain't giving a fuck

You think it's a joke, I'm here to provoke hope

Instigate hate learning love through rote

I gotta go to school on cats that don't know

They either don't care or it just don't show

I'm on some slow your roll if you step up

Cause your dome might get swole if you ain't got respect cuz

Simple and plain I'm sunshine and rain

Everything is everything I gain through pain

And I ain't trying to stay the same

I want a range and a chain

I want my girl proud of her man who be doing his thing

And if I can't make it bang I got no one to blame

But myself so I'm hustling for wealth and a name

Who got the blues? Who ain't fitting their shoes?

Who ain't paying dues? Who addicted to booze?

Who outta luck? Who out there feeling stuck?

Only out for a buck and ain't giving a fuck

Who got the blues? Who ain't fitting their shoes?

Who ain't paying dues? Who addicted to booze?

Who outta luck? Who out there feeling stuck?

Only out for a buck and ain't giving a fuck

I bake the format so emcees will fall back

I'm all that, rings of fire in all black

I'm out for cash and won't stop til I get it

Cause living check to check come on I'm not with it

I want security like presidents, yeah

80 acres and a gate in front of my residence

I want respect like World War 2 veterans

If rap goes to court I wanna be evidence

My eloquence represents my intelligence

I'm living off these elements riding on backs of elephants

I'm in the zoo, Brooklyns always on top

Influential to the masses we just can't stop

This ain't a game it's the same thing as working the chain gang

We spittin out hymns but we never see our change gain

It's bout the dollars, we don't care who hollers

People rape for pape including politicians and scholars

Who got the blues? Who ain't fitting their shoes?

Who ain't paying dues? Who addicted to booze?

Who outta luck? Who out there feeling stuck?

Only out for a buck and ain't giving a fuck

Who got the blues? Who ain't fitting their shoes?

Who ain't paying dues? Who addicted to booze?

Who outta luck? Who out there feeling stuck?

Only out for a buck and ain't giving a fuck