Cashtastic - Stay Schemin' lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] R.I.P. to all the real n***as worldwide! Salute! Real sh**… [Hook: Rick Ross] I ride for my n***as, dawg I ride for my n***as I slide for my n***as, dawg I ride for my n***as Stay schemin', n***as tryna get at me, dawg [Verse 1: Cashtastic] I ride for my n***as dawg Look, life as the midget But f** it, I'm still gonna live it Now I'm counting figures but them figures aren't exquisite I'm tryna work that out though, survival of the fittest I used to roll with Skully, giving pictures, selling tickets Now I'm selling tickets, performing and taking pictures These p**y n***as hating 'cause now I'm living different Couldn't get a bringing when there was no food up in my kitchen Further I go, the more I make, black cab living Me and Bangles in that E-Cla**, #Winning Cash, I'm all about my cash, in other words son, I'm all about I, opticians Tryna stay focused but they're tempting me And Lord knows I've got a whole load of revenge in me Broad day, my n***a Skully gave that skeng to me So I'm pissed now he's in the penitentiary (Free him) I feel like this was meant for me Making proper music, now they wanna send for me Gun tunes ain't gonna pay the rent for me (Gun tunes ain't gonna pay the rent for me) So miss me with them diss track kids I'm doing me and I will not be distracted Think bigger than the hood and do not be trapped in Big up all the rappers in this U.K. rap ting One thing about me fam is that I could never be a hater I'm motivated when I see another making paper I'm happy for you if you worked hard and achieved it The fakes will say I'm lying but them real ones will believe it 'Cause they see it, Cash [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 2: Yungen] Man it bothers me when these n***as start acting like they the b**hes Bothers me when they broke, can't stop talking like they the richest Bothers me every track, every kid's pulling they triggers Tell me how they've got bodies with no figures No management and no deal, still getting booked 'Cause I ain't getting shelved, I ain't getting overlooked Really in the hood, they don't know how much it took When you surrounded by some hustlers and crooks Still mizzy fizzy, they say I'm a fake Drizzy I wonder if I was fat, would they call me a fake Ricky? Second, this Guiness tape sticky (Second, this Guiness tape sticky) Are they really tryna compare me man? [?] fear me I ain't reached my peak nearly They already moving weary I know they see me clearly I know them n***as can hear me If they doubt the kid really I'ma show them what I'm really about With no dad, going soft is not in my vocab We only getting that red paper, my wallet looks like a notepad Punches, no Jazz We've come a long way from coke slabs Lift off, should I carry on putting new grands in old bags? 'Cause Bar's home, Stiff's home, Scrap's home, Grips' home Zero pin on a chick's phone We was tryna move bricks off a brick phone But tryna dodge them cells Word to my blood, that place is hell Tryna get the drop on me so I fell I don't even drop my sh** for my girl Come on Cash, get well 'cause he's sick And we drinking to future hits Go hard, we still in the bits Risk for the gla** so we tinted the whips How could I lose it on a weekend on some crew tip? Dropped my old chick for my new chick 'Cause my new chick's got a blue tick [Hook: Rick Ross]