Two 4 a Dollar

Now this that lower middle class, slow flow
Made it to the upper-middle class just to go broke
90's baby off the glass to Rebecca Lobo
I got colleagues running office, and I know they sold dope
The bad and bougies want to do me
Gold diggers want to use me
But the independent humble women giving me hope
She walk down the hallways, super bad like Fogel
They can tell my posture I’ma be a mogul
I’ve been up for 5 days getting money 5 ways
Passive income cuz I’m tired of waiting on Fridays
My dog’s out of town with the white girl like Todo
Classmates ask for photo, they wouldn’t lend me pencil
A text book to skim through, a Scranton glance or let me scan through their
notes though
At 21, I suffered manic can’t sleep nights
At 22, I learned that you can’t cheat life
Thank God for those two pair of jeans, canteen of beans
Make sure the hotdogs are made of beef nights
I was ball park frank with dreams of packing Arenas
To talk to kids about shooting, killing, robbing, stealing
Pilfered, keep the blicka in they locker like Gilbert
Everybody wants to be the King like Steven
So they make up a character like Spielberg
You know you made it when the drama lookin for ya
You know you that nigga when her mama cookin for ya
Wildwoods two for a dollar, mild on my eight wings
Living in 90's kind of world like Régine
Keep your up what, keep your head up that’s right
My home boy standing to my left and my right
First dates I take resume’s, slime waste with assets
Do you have a Roth IRA?
This that Two 4 a Dollar… Yeah this that Two 4 a Dollar
Proud to present you potential of most influential
For every college credential and number 2 pencil I lent you
Prepare to pay for incidentals
If your flow’s a rental
99% is mental
It’s hard to bottles if rent is an issue
It’s this look for beneficial job
That cover’s med and dental
Wear retro’s if the shoe fit you
Everybody’s got a gun, I practice jujitsu
Your girl don’t even miss you
She’s a flame you try to rekindle
You lame I play her daddy like Stu Pickles
Patrick Ewing, I started on the Knickles
My prom date was light skinned, thick and fickle
They fragile like elmo’s tickles
I’m sick, I’m the veteran that Paul Pierced Rihanna’s nipples
Now dope overdose, gold ropes, suits and over coats
Good morning folks she made yolks and honey oats
I post quotes and notes from old books I read the most
Fed my bros by the loaves got bread and made a toast
Had an absurd grin on my stern chin when I turned 10
A virgin with a girlfriend who’s perm was burned thin
I heard then the earth spins while we earn ends
Perserve gems, the light turns dem as the bird swims
So approach every obstical with logical knowledge bro
There’s a very probable pot of gold that glows from out your goals
Mannn.this that Two 4 a Dollar