Stick Up ft. JavyDade Lyrics

Nineteen twenty great depression scratch the surface

Fed reserve inflate the paper that's the purpose

Take the cash out the hands of the poor

Now they can't pay their bills

Kids be eatin off the floor

Nasty

Twenty twenty vision

I got the foresight

I made a song about the propaganda one night

I spit the truth through the new era

While y'all be rapping bout the money the bitches the twenty four carats

While They lyin to you stealin all yo bread

Cause it's a stick up

They got the gun pointing at yo head

Stealin all yo money print it right from the fed

While They lyin to you stealin all yo bread

Cause it's a stick up

They got the gun pointing at yo head

Stealin all yo money print it right from the fed

I ain't talking about the real guns yet

But they ain't worried bout killin you yo children yo family pet

So quit actin like they here to take care of you

They worried bout the corporate lobby money man don't be a fool

See they stick together like gorilla glue

Sticky bandits while your home alone what would kevin do

See i'm tryin to be relatable

Cause i know you're more worried bout netflix and lunchables

While They lyin to you stealin all yo bread

Cause it's a stick up

They got the gun pointing at yo head

Stealin all yo money print it right from the fed

While They lyin to you stealin all yo bread

Cause it's a stick up

They got the gun pointing at yo head

Stealin all yo money print it right from the fed

Aye

They cuddled up in the bohemian grove

They throwing secret parties and you worried bout who to vote

And here we go again the president choke

They'll find it funny how you out here believing they givin hope

The system tryin fail ya

The system tryin to bail ya

Man you gotta stay woke it's all a game see they just tryin to play ya

How to sugar coat their tryin to push that silly ass agenda

And i ain't stoppin till i make the system straight surrender

While They lyin to you stealin all yo bread

Cause it's a stick up

They got the gun pointing at yo head

Stealin all yo money print it right from the fed

While They lyin to you stealin all yo bread

Cause it's a stick up

They got the gun pointing at yo head

Stealin all yo money print it right from the fed

Secret society bilderberg group

They speak in secret cause they only want to fuck you

The media tell ya lies they can't undo

And when you talk they fact check you with no review

They tax yo money till you hit zip zero

They countin up they money put yo family up in skid row

Homeless hotel

Okay yeah i get it now

Straight to the street

They don't care about you now