[Verse 1: Jay Orient]
How can I make my money long?
Wish it didn’t matter but in this life it turns out it does
And I didn’t wanna start the joint like that but its a fact
We all need it, they foreseen it, no forcing this to be like that
Only being ourselves and thats cold as hell
Whack a fuckin steamer on for this shit
6 foot posted in the green room no back beach 88
Smash the stage with our sound waves
And its more then just music for me
This shit runs deeper then what you’ll ever see

[Verse 2: Jon Doe]
I been desperate sit in bed with my pressures
I been floating barely keeping my head up
Working till I master like shredder I made a point like I argue it better
Life is cold imma pass you a sweater
And your heart wanna act like part of its set up
Not a wannabe i'm gonna be winner
Missing dad like he promised me dinner
But he never showed up like I know he a quitter
I ain't got a lot attention to be showing beginners
I ain't showing up for shows unless they show me the figures
I ain't focus on the foes I just focus on figures
Now if you’re looking down my nose then you’ll notice the finger
[Verse 3: JK-47]
Yeah yeah!
I know they hate to see me winning
But they ain't living how we living over my side
Im sorry lord I know I’m sinning
But nothing ever happens sitting on the sideline
And I’m like cold as winter in the night time
We tryna eat don’t give a fuck about no fly-bys
Im going beast no more mr nice guy
Never been a fitter-inner never been the right size
Its getting dark now its hard to find the bright side
Can't whine gotta try and win to get the price right
See a white guys kicks wishing they were my size
Ever since I been on a mission tryna buy me a pair
They be on that shit if they be thinking that we care
Better quit it with your bitchin we just don’t wanna hear it
Nah we don’t wanna hear it