StreetMoney Majestik - Awareness Lyrics

Gotta keep my eyes open ears sharp to the peak
I just lit my burner I already got heat
I just got to the table but my name been on a seat
Spit ever so sloppy so my skrilla stack neat

I'm a brand new artist but I still buy all my beats
I been ballin my nigga both in and out the cleats
I been moving money nigga both in and out the streets
Moving all these plates still had some for my dogs to eat
I just keep on pedaling head on a swivel
Watching for them niggas I stepped on when I was little
Because they still hating but trynna play the middle
Showing fake love these niggas sweeter than a skittle
Them boy giving up them answers but they wasnt given a riddle
Thats why yo homie ain't need no lawyer he just got acquitted

I watched the feds hit my town and turned it to a ghost
Niggas snitched on my pops because he was getting the most
Real jefe shit but I don't use that to boast
Because I landed my own route, he ran a fly I took a post
Everything i spit is facts no jokes
Come look I got 30 pounds of weed in this tote
Come look yo bitch here she on her knees Im in her throat
We playing battle ship and she trynna sink my boat
If ya step You could leave pale
Will I rob you only time tells
Not petty like the rest
Licking them half quarter and dime sales

Met a plug on the first deal I copped one he threw 9 bales
He said go scrap that lil shit and go invest in a pound scale
I did that shit and ran it up went postal thru the mail
Just trynna get past in a hood set up to fail
Steady copping foreigns man I swear that it's a sickness
When I'm serving half these niggas in the air I feel the thickness
Steady and strong steady chasing the wrong thing
Trynna play me but they check ain't up to par if I drop yo ping
Up the creek without a paddle sad songs you gon sing
I hit the top and kicked the ladder now you niggas in a sling
Bums thought they was up before i started rapping
They talking bout them racks but Majestik really trappin
I'm really in these streets man all y'all niggas cappin
I'm down to shoot a movie if you niggas with the acting
I got clips for days and no cuts I'm leaving holes
When you dirty you can't step outside for rays without ya pole

Now we under and the sun and yo ass up under the dirt
Now a nigga on the run and now ya momma heart hurt
That's why you stay true to the game
Quit boasting lies just for minor internet fame
Bc when you die they won't remember your name
Just another smudge in time your memories wash with the rain
And no the shit don't get better y'all just gon live with the pain
Cuz yo niggas too soft to kill a opp for no gain
Cap ass niggas claim they real, and still be rocking fake chains
Young nigga wit no deal going crazy I mean insane
With tax Lucci slinging bags for low
If ya don't know nigga now you know
You ainn got no flow you stacking ones in ya dough
Then you putting all them 20s up top just for show
Show a bitch nigga racks and he gon say that shit fake
Cuz that boy in the water straight drowning no lake
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