Freddie Gibbs - Rap Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Take a dance with the devil if you will Hit the booth to lay my vocals with a seven of some k** Still addicted to the reefer, been a chiefer since a teen though Started serving sacks of stress, weed through my screen door Went to banging them boulders through my burglar bars Knowing every fiend that I serve, I could get served with a charge People set me up, tried to rob me in my cousin garage Even your family will f** you, f** love, its just a facade I need some rap money, pimping my pen, getting paid, b**h Paper in my pocket before I jump on the stage, b**h Let them labels know that a piece of change ain't gonna change him Cuz' way before I gave you this Gary thing I was slanging, banging Eastside n***as gotta eat Got caught up on 65, it's been dry for about a week Pray to the heavenly father, now I lay me down to sleep I promise I'ma take my hands up out the streets if I could only get some rap money [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Ya rather do this sh** than that sh** Don't get it f**ed up that's just some rap sh** Ya rather do this than that sh** Don't get it f**ed up that's just some rap sh** [Verse 2: Daz Dillinger] Started smoking Chronic out with Doctor Dre Youngest out the group, wishing and hoping to get paid Starving on two bags of weed with seven n***as Created Doggystyle, the youngest up out to live the Dogg Pound Still hungry, poured us some dog food, alleged Don't try to tell me dreams don't come true Formatted the plan, the motherf**ing man Rap money in my hand, mo' G's and mo' gram Hooked up with Pac, all eyes on me Just call me that n***a Daz or the D-A-Z Twenty years later I'm here just like I never left Rock the motherf**ing stage, every night I collect Worldwide respect, keep it independent Distribute and press my own CDs, ya little n***a Sixty days later this how a n***a spend it Rap money, hundred thousand sold, n***a meal ticket Love rap money [Hook]