django's revolver Lyrics

If you ain't 'bout ya money, don't talk to me

If you can't peel out for some paper, don't walk to me

I got needs, I keep things clean

The things I seen, I prolly need to pop a couple Ritalin

Yeah, I could pop some Ritalin

Wait a couple hours, you could tell me how you feeling then

Lay a sport coat out for you like a gentleman

Flying overseas feeling like I'm Andrew Zimmern, yeah

Uh, I went out for some dinner then

Seen a bum was selling out his soul all for some chicken and

He looked up, I saw into the eyes of a sinner, damn

Shit was awky like I channeled David Schwimmer, man

And ya light been lookin' dimmer, man

Running out of gas, I been going through the ringer, fam

Grew up in the 'burbs, now cuzzo's a right-winger, damn

Controversial guy, tryna figure who you hittin', man?

You can't hit me, bitch

I hit my shit, then turned around and hit that trick

She popped her fist, she pissed off 'cause she just missed

I got the gist, she said she wanna slit my wrist

In my defense, I told her I would split her shit

Her britch too big

That's when she tried to hit my lip

But slipped in shit

I left her with her head in the fence, dawg

Chronicles of a pimp, you dig?

If you ain't 'bout ya money, don't talk to me

If you can't peel out for some paper, don't walk to me

I got dreams, behind those scenes

If you examined me, you'll probably end up

Finding where the villain is

I never really asked if you was into this

Thousand-yard-stare as I kept maintaining my innocence

I could bring tidings as gladdening as St. Nicholas

Or I could be as Krampus, and a tad bit more villainous

I'm only in it for the C.R.E.A.M

If you could see what I see, then you would know what I mean

Blood spilled for cash, blood money on the countertop

Only take uppers 'cause I was used to being down a lot

Rolling up, igniting, inhaling up in the mountain lodge

Then blowing out like Dr. Mann forgot to seal the outer lock, shit

That's a space bar, too highbrow for ya

Tap the spacebar and pause it, how do I sound for ya?

I got the product and the market

And I'ma deliver long as I get my deposit

I been stacking bread like slabs of stone they had at Babel

Got the golden ticket, I'll redeem it at the raffle

I check my calendar, it's my day

Daily winnings for the kid, from Saturday to Friday

Only took defeats until I started living my way

Now it's fetta sprinkles raining down on my plate, bitch

What you heard, what you heard?

Listen, uh

If you ain't 'bout ya money, don't talk to me

If you can't peel out for some paper, don't walk to me

I'm up brackets above your head

As long as the family fed

Ain't really worried 'bout nothing, preach