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Watchin’ Zeros Grow
Maestro Fresh‐Wes
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Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Watching zeros grow, you know?
Man, I used to work the graveyard shift
Every night about 2 AM my eyelids got heavy to lift
My boss would riff, until I said to myself
"Hold up, I got a gift to write funky rhymes"
'Cause I'm a lyricist, when it comes to hip-hop, I'm a specialist
I crushed MCs back in the days in the battles
And always got praise from my brothers
For all the suckers I slayed on the M-I-C
Now it's time to get paid in bulk
And in the 1990s on stage with a cordless tool you'll find me
Playing for the thousands and the millions and trillions
You can't stop Wes Williams stealing the show
But no, I ain't Remington, the son of Wellington
Hip-hop Duke Ellington maestro, throwing the rhymes like spirals
The Roots on fire, retire 'cause I'm a pyro
Mainly maniacal and I'm hard
For this gift to gab, I thank God
Some people think blacks should not be vocal
They want us to shut the hell up and stay local
Be contented with what you're having
Forget about the serious songs and stick to bragging
'Bout your car, your gold, I say void
A dignified brother makes you paranoid
You get nervous, sweat under the collar
Facts I holler and still make dollars
I speak the truth and continue to flow
Knowledge I throw and watch the zeros grow
And watch the zeros grow
Some of my brothers are dealing the D note
To get a quick C-1 through 3, they got a G note
Nifty, and the G's move swiftly
But tell them to quit and just work for $5.50
Self-destruction and fight the power
Sound nice, but five bucks an hour ain't right
They want the jackpot, moving in the crack spots
Making them slap rocks and meanwhile the black rots
Into nothing but ashes to ashes and dust to dust
For cash, a brother bashes another brother
By selling them capsules, a new age slave
On the brain, you got shackles
Jams are packing and I, I ain't trafficking
Well, you want me to traffic to my fellow African?
Nah, the self-damage, man, I can't manage
To put me, my man, and my fam out to famish
To rot in a jail cell because of cocaine tell
Me why you're so scared of brothers using their brain cells?
Give me a reason, no bobbing or weaving
We even getting popped by cops just for speeding
In Toronto, the way of the beast
We should all unite and increase the peace
Instead of letting money change our mentality of reality
And rearranging our goals of fulfilling the dream
To live once again as kings and queens of the Earth
By letting knowledge flow, we can all get paid
And watch the zeros grow
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Watching zeros grow
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Now let the Max on the sax
People always ask me, "Wes, what are you driving?"
Instead of how I'm living or surviving, but I forgive them
Society paved the path for minorities to feel like the second class
But somehow we'll make the loot
'Cause who wants to live like a substitute?
The banks don't give you loans to buy property, huh
They want you to move and move sloppily, nah
But you want the girls to appreciate what you're about
So you buy a ride that depreciates
For forty grand plus an AMG package
Cruising down the avenue and doing damage
Steady fronting and you're making a statement
Then you can live large if you keep up the payments
'Cause if you slip, you're gonna slide, but you can't hide
You got pride, so you juggle on the side
Five months down the line, it's paid off
Recession's in effect, you had to jet, you got laid off
Time to change your range
You said, "Fuck that bullshit job, that was chump change"
You're gunslinger, ring on every finger
Nightclub swinger, full-time rock flinger
You think you know the game, you're lame
Five months came, you got slain with three bullets to the brain
Now you're a man, nobody heard a word of ya
Cops on the scene, nobody seen the murderer
In the system, it's intended
But some pretend they don't know
To society, blacks killing blacks is splendid
Another life ended in pursuit of watching zeros grow
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
You know? Watching zeros grow
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up