Pickin' Pockets

Lusty

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Cash rules everything around me Lot of rappers sounding like the same nigga In attempt to get your fame bigger, you sold out That's Word to Aiko, double birds to the ppl who doubted You stealing rhyme schemes, scared of where you would be without it Fuck is your integrity? You niggas sweeter than Sara Lee, but bitter as celery when it comes to these fuckin melodies While me, I just Cruz with Panellope, going down like the letter V Telling me I need to eat the beat like it's a delicacy Mama said, do what you want baby, but never for free Yet, I got 11 features since January And God strike me down if there was ever a fee My old shorty could've had it all, if there was ever a fee Now, I'm taking vows of celibacy Tryin not to fuck em up when I get relevancy Cuz half of them are only what the labels tell them to be We independent, and irrepentant You in the Benz and spending benjis in Lennox with niggas who wasn't in it with you from day 1 Then say something about tryin not to be the next Lil Zane or J-Kwon One day, son, you'll see that's exactly what you've become Stacking yo jewels and funds No even so much as giving back to where you were from Now, the label that was backing you backing you to the sun. Cuz you a Burn out They only concerned bout how much that they earn out of yo pocket Take your budget and dock it Long as they fuckin profit still rocket They ain't trynna see you grow, you might as well be Milinokis, nigga You might as well be wearing stockings, nigga You might as well be picking pockets, nigga You might as well be picking COTTON, nigga You might as well put the pistol to your temple, pull the trigger after you cock it, nigga That's 100 as I can keep it I got a limit on how many women that I can sleep with Cuz I don't trust em with potential You know lust ain't beneficial Unless it's with someone who's Been official with you 'fore the center folds and issues off double XL You're holding your breath, but wanna excel You sacrifice your record so your records will sell Then, expect them to tell you that you're the greatest ever But, shit, I guess cash rules everything around me That's why y'all sounding like the same nigga In attempt to get your fame bigger, you sold out Changed the weather cuz it was cold out. Exploiting, setting your soul out