Gotta Pick a Pocket

I don’t work for free, I need some motherfucking cheddar
So fuck a collabo, I can show you who is better
My pleasure, now fuck off and don’t be a beggar
And I’m sure as hell not gonna read ya sad letters
Whenever you ready, I’ll be done with 3 albums
But I don’t give a fuck if I ain’t go platinum
You owe me already, just for even askin'
To get on a song with the lyrics you can’t fathom
You want more than a verse, gotta compose enough
Open ya rhyme book, and ya wallet, thrown up
So how long it’s gonna take for you cough some dough up?
Beware of the danger, you might get blown up
Hold up… you also wanted a beat?
Better double up ya budget, I’ll supply you with heat
They hatin' like a mothafucka, trippin' for real
Cuz I’m independent, and I’m getting my green (Yeah!)
I’m flexible, but if you tryna run away
Imma find you myself and put a hit on y’all lames
Don’t play with my money and respect the business
Cuz me and my killas can get quite so vicious
Authorized to use extreme lyrical sickness
Demonic repercussions means you already finished
So don’t think that you won’t get rolled on
We carry out a repo mission, blammers loaded up
These mothafuckas think that everything is handed to 'em
So we keep 'em as ransom, they speak «panic» fluent
And I let 'em prove it, once we call they family
We send a finger and a toe for losses financially
Got to cover my expenses, bills to pay
And I ain’t tryna brag, but I’m deep in this game
El Bandito is the name, I be doin' my thang
And if you want collabo’s, better pay up mayne
I never thought that I would have to make a track 'bout money
But too many want a free verse, I think it’s kinda funny
In a way I understand it, but the shit can turn ugly
And if it turns ugly, Imma make it real bloody
Cuz fuckin' with my paper means you’re gonna meet your maker
I’ll shove a bunch of razor blades inside ya throat with mint flavor
That’s not all, as I pull the pin out
Shock you in the stomach and I’ll push a grenade down
A few seconds then I jump behind what’s around
And I ain’t lookin' back before the end of the sound
Yeah, I’m crazy mothafucka, what the fuck you expect?
Doing what I wanna do to get that paycheck
Gotta invest in what you really wanna do
Cuz when you listen to this song, I’m talkin' to you
So pursue ya dreams, and put some cash innit
That’s if you really wanna make it in this damn business