Travailler

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Priviledge] In all honesty, you need to learn to earn it before big homie turn that corner to a murder scene And have you workers like deserters running with Leaving you leaking in the middle of the street No country for old men, cattle-prodded nigga Haveavier Bardem and all in attendance, said come on You know there will be blood, if you do not get together Start to selling the stuff, sever connections hit a mic gold plated He gets rough, he's the guy you buy a [?] Cause he got more than enough [Verse 2: Billy Woods] Howard school of beats, Georgetown associates degree All paid off and three years on the street (early) Iron horse A-line grinding in the parlance of our times Strip mined in the margins for dollar signs Slip sliding just a little left of white collar crime Clockwork diplomat, Pacific rim on the horn Let the fed piggy back, stock ticker like triple-X porn Free market crack for Wallace stays on, Air Max black Her tits are fake but she's still the bomb Hard on candy, black [?], sniffing sifters of brandy White mellow with hints of okra vanilla A jolly good fellow, just get in the way of skrilla [Verse 3: Priviledge] What's worth waiting for is worth going to get it I tell myself every morning waking up stretching The next nigga nipping at my heals disrespecting Throwing hexes, slowly stressing, messing with the mind He a boss, stay pretending like they treasuring the mention Of what he got going on, take out the pressure and persevere Messages to murder all, peer pressure remains the hurdle Obstacles as soon as day appear, [?] motivation for another sphere Cheers fuckers, while I toast another yin ling beer Catch me rat racing mice through the maze this here [Verse 4: Billy Woods] Your boy don't get out the clock radios lately He waits to kiss on the cheek from his favorite lady She's off to fry that bacon, nine to five He throws his all fours, time to get high Earl grey, milk and sugar, got distracted by the tree Like good googly mooga, sports senator soup Becker My wife and kids fuck at the view Top police chases, the first forty-eight HBO on demand, take a blunt break Rose come [?] from the Spaniards Blank pages in his day planner, Dave Banner DVR in TV land [?] PBR two grams of that [?] bamboo Judge Joe Brown tom'ing it up Rap city on cooning and Kale Put on Makavelli, I'll rhyme in the mirror Peanut butter and jellies is called dealer Put in an order back to back Law & Order Then I get this reality rap recording Unemployment black, that's how I afford it