Paid in Amerikkka, Truth Hayes - Ring of Ceremonies Lyrics

Feeling like I got to hustle got to grind
And multiply my bank roll til it's overnight
I roll the dice no chase hold the ice
Grip the vice
Two shots kryptonite
My weight ain't lite I came up working right
Good for life so fuck what they talkin bout
Fuck the hand that feed boi I got to bite
Cut the middle man out nigga fuck the price
Get up get out early when I rise n shine
Never been the type nigga that don't work for mine
I never been the type of nigga for the 9 to 5
They try to give a nigga pennies I ain't got the time
Rather push the dimes til they turn to pounds
And I push the rhymes like weight for now
See I got my mind on my money for real
It ain't whatchu make baby whatchu you spend
Ima get paid when I pimp this pen
And I need a ol school fuck the Benz
See I do my own thing fuck the trends
And my nigga told me everybody ain't ya friend
Now I know some of y'all made like hoes
Everybody ain't gone roll when it's time for the go
But it's cool I ain't trippin on nothing
I ain't worried bout nothing
Everybody ain't built like me
Ima put it all on me
Im'a go hard for the team
Gotta keep it G
A lame ass nigga wouldn't see
Understand what I mean ima different pedigree
Big dawg
Naw I ain't none like y'all
Ain't shit you can tell me bout a mothafuckin thang
Get gone
Nah nigga neva been a game
What it is what it ain't
Break the mothafuckin bank

It ain't what you make
But it's what you spend
Ol skool
Fuck a Benz
Off the lot
Pull up on them stocks
Mothafuck the rims
Niggas hate
Smiling in ya face
Mothafuck a friend
Hustlin
Win some
You lose
You get it in the end

I been feeling like bossing up
I'm out the gut
Ain't talking much
I walk hard nigga check the strut
You next what better stop flexing tough
Or catch the snuff niggas ain't pressed enough
So press em up & show em who the best for lunch
You mess with us you only gone catch the dust
So brace ya self fall back protect ya neck
Watch the best to ever to the game to test
And fuck the check if niggas ain't come correct
I live for this you might as well kill ya self
I punk the desk if niggas wanna disrespect
I'm dame dash is this bih baby stack & flip
A Mack a pimp & never will i slack or slip
Immaculate ain't ever had a nap in this
Rap for rent I run a hunnad laps in this
On that marathon Nip gotta grab the chips
From rag to rich and ain't nothing average
You mad at this cause you'n really grasp the shit
You lack the shit that win a nigga championships
You crashed the whip cause you can't really handle it
I'm moving on toes get jammed and all
The coolest dawg get ready for the oohs & ahhs
I'm betting it all don't really care about the odds
I'm betting it all don't really care about the odds

It ain't what you make
But it's what you spend
Ol skool
Fuck a Benz
Off the lot
Pull up on them stocks
Mothafuck the rims
Niggas hate
Smiling in ya face
Mothafuck a friend
Hustlin
Win some
You lose
You get it in the end