Ghettobuddha - Hop the Fence (feat. MaxiMilien) Lyrics

(All we want y'all M***** to do is just recognize the real hip-hop)
(Let me take one ear off)
(Keep it real with the real ones)
While you wondering why nothing good on Netflix I be taking risks
I wanna tell you bout the outside and stacking chips
I hustle hard like Nip no wonder the snitch is tryna trip
I break down these bars to a kat but I ain't a kit
Can't no MC rock the microphone with me
I can't see a nigga speaking for my eulogy
You think that's a tom ford but that's tom foolery
I been cashing out at saks so really this ain't new to me
So you wanted all the cash but can't back the gold up
How you tryna prove a point but can't really show us
How can a nigga be unarmed and get shot with his hands up
(Yup)
(Hands up)
(H-hands up)
(B-bands up)
(Get yo mans up)
(Aye)
(Big plans up)
(Aye aye aye)
Dreams to reality
Man I'm tryna make a salary
Tryna feed my family out here
Tryna make my mama really proud of me
(Uh)
(Yeah)
So I keep on moving had to keep on walking through life
And everybody knows a nigga had to say f*ck the price
Cause you know man money ain't nothing
Tryna make my dreams into something
Tryna make my
Colateral change
And my
Cell phone ring with connections and shit
And you know man I'm pimping and shit
With my wrist tick tocking and shit
Cause your bitch really like me flocking and shit
(Uh)
That's my Bonnie and Clyde
And you know man
Your main girl is my side
She just likes to ride
And you know man we creeping on some late night shit
This that PM in your bitch
(Aye)
And I light this spliff