Verse 1 Rez Proph Mama was a peasant tryna raise a king out the slums she was slaving in Gave a grin through it all Brave ladyRaven in the sky type fly Her praise made me save a hymn For when she threw the ball And said hey baby,play to win The balls in your court, dream but dont oversleep When falling short fall clean and grown over peeps And all in all force means to roam overseas For my desire to be internationally known over beats So Im out here tryna make it work In the midst of these girls who make it twerk For the pearls and the worlds evil I twirl lethal in a whirlpool of hurl From faded nights and bright lights that curl with referral people A thorough equal to the countries greatest rappers Waiting for half a chance while trying not to lose myself cause The devil checking price tags on souls And Im tryna settle cheques I might have on gold Hook It goes one for the money Two for the show Three for the fact that we dont love these hoes Four for the flow Five for the four Six for the grind and the price of Gold Verse 2 Mistah Maliq
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