Freshco & Miz - Jedi Mind Tricks

I mean, I understand it’s a business

But come on, make an another reason why you made it for 50−60 dollars

I find dollar records that, that is, you know, and that’s the truth

Because they all, they all start at a dollar

The guy that showed you that beat and it becomes so popular

He got it for a dollar or 50 cents, he didn’t pay two hundred dollars for it

(he payed 50 dollars)

And you know, he didn’t pay anything for it

He payed a dollar, two dollars

Five dollars, tops

Now all of a sudden the fucking record is two hundred-something dollars

No, no, no, no, fuck that

Yeah

We on that Freshco & Miz shit our here, pop

Listen, one two, yeah, yeah

Listen, money, you ain’t gettin' nothin' from me

And the eighth of sour diesel medication for me

And the shit you spit — that’s softer than vapin' to me

All you get is hard work and dedication for me

And my brother Stoupe, he cook in a basement with me

That was years ago, now it’s like it’s ancient to me

We the definition how you age gracefully, B

I’m a God-fearer, ya’ll are more of Satan to me

I don’t fuck with swine, ya’ll a piece of bacon to me

Ya’ll as soft as baby shit, ya’ll are jaded to me

This is complicated, ya’ll do it too basically

And being scary was never a sensation for me

The best record ever made it take a nation to me

And this microphone it was always faithful to me

It cost money just to have a conversation with me

Time is money, dummy, I ain’t got the patience in me, yuh

Listen, yeah

Listen money, you ain’t gettin notta from me

Not a penny, not a nickel, not a dollar from me

Or the Fendi or the Gucci or the Prada for me

Get a job, muhfucka, stop botherin' me

?See I looked at Nicodemo?

like a father to me

My work effort too crazy to get farther than me

All you dirty mothafuckers should be honoring me

It’s been twenty years of tryna take my aura from me

What you see as glamour life is like a horror to me

I ain’t tryna lead a crib, it’s always drama for me

That’s the reason why I always got the lama on me

Cause they tryna hang a motherfuckin' charge over me

Ain’t no judge in his right mind pardoning me

He gon' throw the book at me, ain’t no bargain' for me

I’m a bad lieutenant, you just like a sergeant to me

Build with gods on another level, father degree, yeah