Rap-A-Nomics

[Verse One] [Reks] A little liquor to the ass, fall for fast sports, drugs, and entertainment We in the game with insane criminals who claim vics Used to play the basement, house parties, ages raging In the teen age, adolescent stage and smoke blunts outrageous In the days my papes was minimal, craving similar wages As the drug dealers, they was so caked up We admired, laced up Jordans, sporting faded cuts, hater what Teacher said it made to make a buck Living so fast, waking up Wondering where the last ten years went Put a ring on her finger, I ain’t been back since By back I mean the innocence In a sense I still reminisce on the tenements President-chasing, Timb-lacing Benefit from yesterday’s days man It’s hard to replace them, amen [Chorus] [Reks]: Rap-a-nomics, grabbing dollars we all crave We was brought up in the hood so the hood stays Passing bottles, my niggas rep their good haze Laughing, reminiscing on the days we worked Rap-a-nomics, grabbing dollars we all crave We was brought up in the hood so the hood stays Passing bottles, my niggas rep their good haze Laughing, reminiscing on the days… [Verse Two] [Slaine]: Back in the booth with a snake tongue, crack in my tooth In the mouth of madness my lungs were hacking up truth From the Warchester ? store back of my youth Or my Dorchester steps with my jacket and boots I rose to fame in this game, started stacking my loot Captain and juice swirling in my cup, acting obtuse A nut, hunger stirring in my gut, danger lurking in the dark Curtains now I’m coming up, anger certain in my heart Fear’s never in my eyes, I can make Medusa blink And I been known to get stoned, I been known to do some drinking I’ve been pounding vodka riding shotgun in a boosted Lincoln I been broke and stupid so I know the way the user thinking I looked around and I elevated my strategy I persevered when I felt the weight of a tragedy I plotted a scheme and made you into casualties They hate it how I made it, I can tell the way they’re mad at me [Chorus] [Verse Three] [Torae]: I remember rubber band strings, knot after knot Inside of a Nike box before cheddar was gwap Before the chain and the watch and the bezzle with rocks Niggas small time, peddle for props I would heavily watch the block, big shot till he got knocked Then the nigga under him ended up taking his spot And the cycle never end, you wonder where it’ll stop A lot of dudes still stuck in the spot Still stuck on the block, the block radius The way they moving is the craziest Round a bunch of them up and play them this Saying this the truth, ain’t real as the pudding in proof Depends on what you spit in the booth What I’m giving to the youth still relate to the old Just one saying it’s hot, the other saying it’s cold Through lights, cameras, and action, glammer, glitter, and gold Nigga the flow spilling out of my soul, you know [Chorus]