Money in the way Lyrics

Yo, I hear a beat like this and I'm about to go off

Just to get to where I am, I think of what it cost

And what the fuck I've lost

Sleepless nights up in the trap

They were cooking up the crack

I was whipping up these raps

Now I got the shit Even if I'm injured

Put me in the game Isaiah Thomas on some piston shit

I ain't backing down

Niggas could get smacked around

Tired of these raps and pounds from fake niggas coming around

Take them to the cabin by the lake and watch these niggas drown

If this the land and I'm the king

Where the fuck's my crown

I was doing this before these niggas learned to read or write

I was taught if there's beef, we deal with that shit on sight

Now these niggas acting like we can't take their life

But I'ma grab the gun if the knife don't work

Man down, but no one seems to give a fuck

When it comes to counting up this money, I can't get enough

I see death around the corner, but I ain't pac

I was taught if they act up, then they get dropped

I'm from the spot where them drugs get chopped

Same place where the fiends came to get a fucking rock

I was profiled, and I don't mean by just cops

Why you think we sell drugs? Couldn't get a job

They look at me, all they see is a fucking thug

Why you think we grow up with dreams of being the fucking plug

Those who know me know this is what I do best

Spit rhyme, smoke weed to the fucking chest

And I ain't doing this to say that I'm the fucking king

I'm just doing this to show these niggas how I do my thing

It all started in the back room

Down the hall from the bathroom, across from Uncle Ted's room

Bunk bed and a couch or two

Tape deck above the dresser, that's the shit I'm used to

Hole in the closet you can crawl through

If they really coming for you, can't you tell we always on the move

Told them back then, this is what I'm meant to do

They laughed and asked, how can you ball when you can't shoot

Told them I ain't got shit to lose

But back then, I had shit to prove

I was trying to earn stripes

Now I got the respect, still do it for the same set

Even though I'm the only one left

They still act like it's all blessed

This the product of the process

I'm surrounded by the walking dead

They dry snitching or they telling feds

Then they act like they still your friends

That shit's dead

They like, damn, homie, looks like you changed up

Yeah, I changed up

I stopped counting change up

Remember what happened when that nigga fucked up

Took him to the back room Nigga got fucked up

We barely talk about the crib by the laneway

Where we lost when that pain will never go away

I was posted by the mural just the other day

Praying I could see my homie's face

I wish he could see how the hood changed

But he'd probably be mad we all went our separate ways

That's a story for a different day

But that's kinda what happens when money gets in the way