Retep - New Money lyrics
Whats the kid supposed to do? When the fam got rent to pay thats over due Getting used to hand me downs cuz old is new T shirts in the winter when the coldest brew Weight up on his shoulders then hes on the move Knowing its life or d**h Young age dont matter, theres some fighting left Hes standing tall despite the stress In the mind hes the champ Sleep on the belt dont get any rest Trying to bite success With mike tysons height index Hes adjusting trying to survive Rich kid back of his mind Run down project lights in his eyes His dad left now he gotta provide Mom working 9 to 5 Hes home alone and wasting his time So hes risking lives taught himself how to drive Going around town for a job he could find They won't hire hes to young and hes kind Won't get along with the coworkers Turns out he can't flip no burgers So he goes back home to complain Hard headed as always and strong he remains His family leaching off the government the predators apex Hes just so scared living paycheck to paycheck Kendle jacobs dealing with his parents break up Used to living nice but the ghettos where he wakes up These problem hes gotta face em even when hes struggling His mom learned the hard way what makes a faithful husband They thought he was really loving turns out he really wasn't Makes him want to egg his house with a bakers dozen His anger has him losing focus Never hopeless grocery store across the street never closes At that moment he just noticed Filling out the application they just gave him So elated two or so days till he makes the bank a statement Now he thinking they make it Work for hours on his break hes back trying to be the greatest Works on weekends not including after school He owes his family so hes doing what he has to do Kids up on his avenu they laugh at dudes Give him attitude he snaps and ask do you care if I battle you? He bets on himself his gambling simply tactile Set precedents hes apt the add the capitol Anyway to make money, hate money Fake money fame money Date money if its great money It ain't money Two weeks later he finally got paid Smile on his face didn't care how he much he made He rushed home then paid for the electric Corrupt systems maze up in the metrics Bagging groceries making dough And got no homies saving up for pairs roches And cell phone just to type emojis His nights are lonely Sleeping on the matress on the floor hes out growing Bugs and roaches start to gross him Hes motivated for promotions To get him out of this place Hates his home so thatll be great He means it when he says have a good day Never known to customers that hes a hustler He chose his rapper name so kendle jacobs be the cover up He meets new people and makes sure to start connections Metaphorical foundations better then what his architect did To his home is rather reckless not to mention Mom miss the lexus and her necklace we had to sell to pay the rent with Life is so relentless learning lessons Is your time invested? Tired of being question because hes always restless The mornings what hes blessed with In the city hes a reverend In the ghetto hes like riddick So his only exit is to get Hook Your boy gotta get new money His fam in trouble he gotta do something Dollar chasing got your dude running Its now or never he only got a few moments