Tryin' ta' getta' lump out heah'

Tryin' ta' get a lump…

I’m trying to get a lump out here.

I really want a Millie and some bread to spare.

“Where you gonna get it?”

Man right chere, right chere!

Spending time wisely and my energy fair.

I’m trying to get a lump out here!

I’m trying to get a lump,

Working “tree jobs” and doin it live.

Making my ends shake hands

Doin it all to survive.

I’m trying to do – more than get by.

With a plot and a plan - Destinations at hand,

Stacking my chips to be in the land…

Of the free - Leisure - time to see,

Grass grow greener – Trees get high.

And give relief a sigh.

I’m so tired of being tired.

Sick of being sick - Gold by the bricks.

I want it all like Warren – Shiiiiit.

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I’m trying to make my ends shake hands with a plan and push myself.

A motivator.

I mingle and mix.

Network and fix.

Problems that seem big really ain’t a thang.

I’m staying ready like Sugar – Free.

I’m ready to bang.

Out of your speakers and spit a verse to get ya to buy, what you’re diggin and lovin,

Telling your chicken feed good bye.

I’m trying to get a lump.

You can respect or reject.

I just want you to move - groove

Sweat and get wet to this here.

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I got a puzzle to solve.

I’m looking for a scheme through my dreams to ball.

Shot call; get in where I fit in.

I would love to fall…

Right into place.

Big faces and an aftertaste of doing it big.

Sprinkle all my loved ones with some bread for their kids.

Change the location of the place that I live.

Open up shops, restaurants, studios and shiiit.

Get my G homeboys into business with me.

Signing autographs up in VIP.

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Keep the cream and the coffee; I’m million-dollar dreaming.

Leading the way.

Machete’s ready for the trails I blaze.

I want to fix some broken shit.

Pimp my dollars to stack mo’ chips.

I’m getting ready for lift off once I drop this hit.

“This is the lick”.

I’m letting you know.

Shake and blow,

And let the dice roll across the green.

If you ain’t bout it, then get off my team.

It ain’t about the chicken heads,

It’s about the chickenfeed.

Emph!

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Needs and wants,

Money to front,

Hustling to make it happen.

Pulling stunts,

All on the hunt,

I got to keep it crakin’.

I won’t hide it; I’ll divide it when the time is right.

I wont be a slave,

In the land of the brave.

We breed at night.

I’m just trying to get my skrila, scratch, paper.

Emmm hmmm.

Put it where it needs to be,

So I got to see you all later.

Gators and playa-hats,

Look at that.

Time flies.

I’m Sho’ glad I spent my time and energy wise.

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I struggle to struggle - Double to bubble,

Meaning I spend to get mo’.

Invest and get low.

Chasing my riches, my scritches, my skrill.

Doin what I got to do – for that dolla- dolla- bill Yall.

Fill Yall – time with schedules for dreams.

That means being bout it bout it.

You know what I mean.

Let go of my fears, for my regret is my enemy.

Can it be… that I’m scared of defeat?

I caint lose!

I chose to walk a path to see the wiz.

Handle my biz.

Yellow brick roads – Lions, Tigers, and shiiit.

My adrenaline flows.

I’m only human.

I map out a route to take.

Detours and foolish mistakes.

I still look up.

I shake and blow.

Now I’m rollin a hit.

Obstacles try to stop me.

But I wont quit.

Emph!

To Messages and party songs.

Something for ladies and gents.

G’s and cautious folk.

Let me present.

The formula

Like D-O-C

Focus your focals and take a trip… with whom?

Me Black B.

On a paper chase.

Rat race.

I gotta have a spare…

Tire for walking wires.

Tight ropes

Since I was a young one looking at the world revolve,

I had a pocket full of lent and an urge to ball.

I kept a job since I learned how to walk,

Sharpened my talk =up=

Got into trades,

And tried to cut down on fuck ups.

Peeped the situation the world was in.

Watched some loved ones go into the dirt some went.

Pursuing green bills at whatever the cost for means.

Questioned my ambitions and I had to sort through dreams.

What does it mean to me?

What would I do with some real bread?

Looking for peace.

I didn’t know – but I’m real fed…

=Up= with being broke and living in rags.

Watching so many faces drop and eyes with bags.