Somethin for the People - Sy Ari Da Kid

You know you not the one these women checking for

You know exactly who the cheque is for

Last time I seen this many squares

I was standing at a checker board

You in the game but you don’t ever score

Soon as we enter, Steve take me to the exit door

I was made to be here

How you think I just got paid to be here?

Oh yeah, this year I made adjustments

I made adjustments on niggas I can’t come up with

I made adjustments on niggas that can’t be trusted

I made adjustments on women I can’t discuss this, damn

Thirst telling me to expose them, but Diana said don’t get them that exposure

I tell 'em miss me with all of that player say shit

Let’s take risks, I’m back on my David Blaine shit

Fucking all y’all bitches, my day to day shit

Hoping she turn on my music, she playing Drake shit

But I ain’t tripping, my niggas still got a camcorder

I swear my song popped up on this pandora

2 bitches, got me playing monkey in the middle

I guess that’s what song rights’ll get you

Bigger money come with bigger issues

Yeah, a nigga saying I should get a pistol

I’m looking at 'em riding shotgun

Like, what makes you think I ain’t got one?

They said I had hoop dreams, say it wasn’t my calling

Funny how I ain’t make it probe but I’m still balling

Funny she say she cut me off but yet she still calling

They so busy getting high, don’t know they still falling

Yeah, they try to say I need media training

My father just told me mean what you saying

And look somebody in the eyes when you speaking

If you ask me, that’s all the training that I need

Fuck a L, them W’s what I see

Oh, let a nigga keep it G

Yo, everything has a fee

So just cause I ain’t pay for it, doesn’t mean it’s free

You showing people shit you need to show yourself

Like how you know me when you barely know yourself?

This is something for the people

Something for the people

Here I come with another level

These rappers dressing like Russell Westbrook

You niggas too fucking textbook

Even Quentin Miller asking when’s the next hook

Look, industry be so over patient

I’d rather be guilty by association

I told Red leave work, go start your own shit

Them niggas paying you crumbs, you on some broke shit

You know something wrong when you at the crib and you homesick

Create it, push it, made 20 bands and we both split

But it’s like cheese when you focus

That’s only a lot of money when you hopeless

Never trust someone that says don’t tell 'em I told you

I’d rather tell 'em you told me right in front of who knows you

They always wanting 100%, that’s something

But tell me, what’s 100% of nothing?

Wine’s at me at Danny’s, gambling what we do

They say the price of my winnings won’t buy a bowl of soup

You can’t lose what you don’t put down

But you can’t win much tryna keep this shit tucked

So what’s up?

I love a hard working woman and broke bitches, I hate 'em

A lot of niggas feel this way but just don’t wanna say it

I’m proud of my sister Amber, she one of my favourites

I bought that shirt in advance, before she even made 'em

Yeah, got us a porch, you wanna be supportive

And if I tell you I believe, better believe I’m all in

Yeah, better believe I’m all in

RIP Prince, RIP Ali

This is something for the people

Something for the people