1st Word To What Was Last Said - OH No, Prince Po

You know it’s grind even when I sleep

Like teeth

Ice cold bangers, the beach

Summer heat

Told you dawgs that problems is coming

We Freddy Cruger on crabs, we wanna sleep

Slipping outta position, then smash on 'em

You end up miss and put cash on 'em

Soldiers don’t have to roll deep

25 hours, 8 days a week

Motherfuckers, make room for these starving

Monsters

Live in the plot, tasting roofs, yeah

We plow on the stalkers

Elevated, fix world wide

That’s the pride, I sponsor them

Only money’s on your mind

Then we’ll rob your conscience

Now, lets return the love to the music

Hell is toasted on both sides

Call boy got a bit abusive

Recording check have lost their damn mind

Prince Po, mole it in when I bring it

So you can time travel through my cynic

Hit places we all never been

Like Starbucks selling late with gin

So many cats you thought it’s focus is funny style

Assholes broke and wonder why

Bout to get it, and I mean right now

Gotta eat, someway, somehow

I’m modern days hustlers like Logical

For petty crimes getting football numbers

When we all off-springs of loyalty

You see the dial, you shook it all from us

Hunger from the hood

But when we got it good

We never gave back

I did, and stayed fat

Told you motherfuckers to

Stop getting the twisted

Oh, cause of ruffus the pole

Shit is the business

Now party!

Like it’s the last day on Earth

With Q-Nomics, can nobody Jones design this skirt

Shout it!

To return you blood suckers to the dirt

Q-Nomics, to remind us that life is worth