Cards - 99 Neighbors

Cards, we swiping cards

They want an inch, we give a yard

Not fully charged

We droppin' anchors like a harbor

Posted up in places that we can’t afford

We can’t afford, we can’t affor-

(We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards

They want an inch, we give a yard

Not fully charged

We droppin' anchors like a harbor

Posted up in places that we can’t afford

We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus

This what happens when god die and the demons rule

Apocalyptic, let’s get descriptive on evil tunes

Pay your respects or end up dead on your local news

Scrap heap the books and get freaky 'cause that’s what heathens do (Oh shit)

My stomach faded, my mental hungry, my mind been ill

My ego turning, my liver burning, I quit the pills

My Nana asking me «why is you always chasing thrills?»

Only way to find myself some dollar bills

My mind been leveled up

My lonely spirits shaking and dranking the devil’s cup

I got the special stuff

I smoke the shit and awaken, my vacant brain erupts

I hope to say enough

My life been nipped and tucked

A lonely roads behind me telling me they been catchin' up

Cards, we swiping cards

They want an inch, we give a yard

Not fully charged

We droppin' anchors like a harbor

Posted up in places that we can’t afford

We can’t afford, we can’t affor-

(We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards

They want an inch, we give a yard

Not fully charged

We droppin' anchors like a harbor

Posted up in places that we can’t afford

We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus

Whatever hurdle, exposure or situation

A boulder inside my path once crossed will not remain

In plain, I’ve risen higher than church windows with stains

They hate, but like the devil, they won’t call me by name

Bitch, I’m great

Straight out the belly of the beast wit' it

Four hundred degrees, couple broken bones and some teeth missing

We runnin' things, yeah, we bleed different

So tuck your chain, we don’t need attention

And fuck the fame, I just handle my business, dismantle the system

The road to the riches has been paved in blood diamonds

So fuck it, my neck shinin', fuck it, my Patek dancin'

Blow 'bout a hundred million, wasted on my advance

Too stuck in the fast life, peeping my gas light

Drank too much last night, thought i was seeing double

Thought I was leaving trouble, I’m wrong, I move a muscle

The drinks was telling me to cause a scene

I got bruised knuckles, ya feel me?

Cards, we swiping cards

They want an inch, we give a yard

Not fully charged

We droppin' anchors like a harbor

Posted up in places that we can’t afford

We can’t afford, we can’t affor-

But I been on a fast course, they wanted a rap chorus

But the shit I’m speaking isn’t sinkin' in, don’t act porous

I’m exactly what they wanted and then some

The task force cleansin' in the game 'cause they asked for it

You bastards

Need to wash yo' ass end get up off at two

What’s the difference from me to you?

I made a couple of tunes

Couple of moves that went right

So we could garner the views

So why I’m still stressin' 'bout I ain’t finish with school?