Money on the Ave

[Reks] Nigga, what you need to do is say fuck them raps See the money makin is on the ave [Hook: Reks] The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin dough While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin blow The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin coke Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go Growin up sellin crack was a yellow brick road To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash [Verse 1: Reks] Fantasising on chart climbin, I ignored the drug lords allure Adored colorful walls adorned with graffiti texts On Didge's steps I damn near slept Fillin my notepad with future hits Hearin the city breathe a killer's breath, I wept Smudgin up lines, my tears daily defying stress Cause on them same steps for hours, with dealers Who quit school to pitch powder, get rich, respect, power Not in that order but surely somethin that's similar Finish my algebra, kiss mum, pick my pen back up Get lost in thought like Nasir past the margin Shook hands with too many ghosts now in the coffin Sad but how it be often, fiends starvin Knew too many willin to feed 'em to hell's demons And they say that hell would all be a big dream and Fuck them raps! Wanna get this dough? [Hook] [Verse 2: Skyzoo] It's gettin that much clearer every day They wantin what you hear but what you hearin's never played So you could get a chair, wait in there till it change Or you could hit the flair, hit the air and get your lane Young'n get your pay, kickin sixteens don't do it I mean it did but this seesaw music Is so yesterday, so sketched and traced Honestly, shit is borderline next to gay Cause when the records stop sellin and the stores start closin And the landlord waitin in the corners wide open Huh, fuck an option, it's whoever is coppin Tryna hold onto a dream but can't lock it You could play with the bass, fuck around with the treble Or you could play with the bass and turn powder to pebble Front if you want, we all see the truth in the clouds But what am I sayin? I'm standin in the booth right now, fuck it [Hook] [Verse 3: Reks] They used to tell me to chill You ain't gon' pay bills tryin to be the next Will 'Fresh Prince' Smith, but if you stretch this You'll get a quicker meal than a record deal and still Keep your ties to the block, you ain't signing to rock Diddy ain't gon' pop into your hood and change your life Make shit all good, like shit ain't fucked up On our streets, so to eat we keep Them goods in the projects, it's all economics You disagree? God bless, wish you the best But you from Law-town Mass, who gon' listen to Reks? They ain't searchin for American Idols in black hoodies And doo rags, it's logic, you should be on the ave Cause we be getting dough so fuck all of them raps Pick a piece of pavement near the curb and pitch crack Yep, it's like that, real recognise real For the dollar dollar bills [Hook]