Menace... Nigganomics
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Fuck scrapin' up to hit the store for some blunts and a six pack
My pockets sit jack
And this bitch on my hip, it can fix that
Click-clack, feel my wrist snap from the impact of the kickback
Don't care if your skin black
Pump iron like gym rats
Slang breaker, error the syntax
I am bringin' terror to rich cats
Y'all from the era of get scraps
I'm from the era of get strapped
I'm eager to let that bitch clap
I'm trigger happy, that's big facts
If it ain't 'bout chips, then the shit wack
I hit a lick for six racks
Then wait for the pigs to dispatch
Got a phone call 'bout my next victim
My homie down by GTEC with a TEC with him
Let's get him, creep up like Shinobi
Then I'm at his head with the .40
He like, "Nah, not the Rollie"
Nigga, now it's a stolie
Need your wallet and your necklace
I'm just markin' off the checklist
Don't flinch unless you got a death wish
You would think I was possessed how I'm comin' after your possessions
Obsessed with automatic weapons
And every crime is committed with no sign of a witness
Run up on you while you mindin' your business
Mind of a menace
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Hold up, hold up, this, this, this that street knowledge
Street, street, street, street knowledge
The, the, the mind, the mind, man
Not, not, no, no, the mind, the mind
That equals street knowledge
What equals street knowledge?
Nigga, Niggernomics, nigga, hold up, hold up, nigga
Hold up, nigga, that's, that's the Niggernomics
Uh, I'm from the home of the Freaknik, cast and mob
Nigga put on a mask and robbed 'stead of gettin'
His ass the job (Get your ass the job, nigga)
Where you don't need a dress shirt and slacks to earn
Plenty thrax to burn, bankin' off your
Baby mama tax return (Tax return)
Probably snatch up an Impala for a couple dollars
Hood scholars, they never relied on college (Fuck that)
Just took the shit they learned from
The streets and applied the knowledge
My only advice is hide your wallet (Why that? Why that? Why that?)
Uh, niggas want all the smoke, hydroponics
Chronic, used to be 'bonics, Niggernomics (Street knowledge)
Nobody makin' the honest livin' or livin' honest
R.I.P. tees with babyfaces payin' homage (Pay the homage, nigga)
Humbled by homicides that hit close to home
Roamin' through places you wasn't supposed to roam
God bless the kid that had to hold his own
'Cause pops couldn't fight the temptation to be a
Rollin' stone (Nah, nah, nah, fuck that nigga, nigga)
Vibin' to fuck you, you know the zone
Where young niggas totin' chrome plottin' on OGs to be overthrown
Trappin' off mobile phones, sandwich bags, and digi' scales (Digi')
A story some may never live to tell
Hell, if I spit it, I did it, I don't make up things (Make up things)
A broke nigga, I'm too busy tryna scrape up change (Scrape up change)
Probably blow it on a deuce-deuce and a scratch off ticket
A couple grams, a few Backwoods, and a two-piece chicken
And 12 do be trippin', so I ain't
Swervin' a bit (I ain't swervin' a bit)
I look cool, but I'm behind the wheel nervous as shit
For all the brews we sippin', I pour a swig on the curb
My bitch get on my nerves (Fuck her)
But we lit when the EBT hit on the third (Ayy)
Is it the hearts of men or my darker skin?
Why I'd rather park a Benz in an apartment
Buyin' bottles at the club with my partner them
Then scratchin' my head on Monday 'cause my pockets slim
My only option is start profiting
It's back on the block with a Glock slangin' rock again
I always say I'ma stack which I've yet to do (Fuck that nigga)
I blow it and keep enough just to get me through (Street knowledge)
Ain't got shit to show for all the checks we blew
Just a stifled few
Spent my last couple hundred on a Nike shoe
If you can relate, then you part of the cycle too
You know why? 'Cause it's, 'cause, 'cause, '
Cause it's that, that, that street knowledge
Street, street knowledge