The Effect Lyrics

Just spent a week out of town, I'm on my way home

I can't relate to you bum niggas that stay home

Muchos dolores on the way homes

Watch what you say, cause if it's about my pesos, I don't play homes

I remember calling moms on the pay phone

We was running round Englewood like we was way grown

Made a killing in those troubled streets

Get it back to STL, it's gon' double at least

Napalm, I burn everything in sight

Send somebody to your crib and take everything but life

In St. Louis, dawg, the best thing we got is fried rice

But the gleam team gas is sitting at the right price

So potent, the pack take you back

Gotta buy it twice

Nowadays, you want a piece of the pie, you buy a slice

I swear to God, it's all payola

They acting like they don't see a nigga cooking up the straight yola

Coalition, it's the takeover

No talent, no problem

They just give a bitch a makeover

A set of double D's and a BBL

All these abbreviations, bet the bitch can't even spell

Spend all that money and you mad the bitch don't even sell

People artificial nowadays and you can't even tell

The real from the fake, the healer from the snake

Hard to tell the right decision from a big mistake

Whack niggas don't get a pass neither

If you trash, don't ever send me beats and don't ask for features

Cause I ain't heard of none of you clowns

The coalition military gunning you down

Last kid to test Napalm is up in the clouds

All y'all cats rap the same and act the same

No originality left and that's a shame

The last of a dying breed, bitch you know the name

These niggas wanna chill but I don't have the time

That's why I do double the work in half the time

It's Napalm, no bells and whistles

All you see is fighter pilots and the smell of missiles

This real life not what you see on the television

Never let a nigga distract or derail the vision

Keep pushing bro, I know it's hard to live

The little bit of love I got is hard to give

As long as you got fam, you straight

Real fam got a hundred pounds of love for every gram of hate

A billion dollar nigga gotta make a plan

Money gon' make things better but don't make the man

The struggles of life can break a man

So I stay at high altitudes tryna find a place to land

Just hand me the money, forget shaking hands

And if it come up short, might be breaking hands

I'm headed straight for the top and they knowin

That's why everywhere I go my name golden

That's why everywhere I go my name buzzing

I stayed running, couldn't tell you what day was it

Man, I ain't never been on vacation

I've been working hard my whole life and stayed patient

People living on the street and houses stay vacant

We closer to our death every time a breath taken