Jay Machiavelli - Get Rich Lyrics

Everyone wants to act like they've seen a struggle
Talking bout responsibilities that they gotta juggle
Balancin' temptation might get me in some trouble
Are you digging me yet? Do ya shovel?
I've been living my life in a dead zone
Dead wrong, no connection but a dead phone
Live right, passions will leave you a stray
Y'all addicted, can't go without smoke for a day
This for the ones feeling lost in the haze
Trying to discover what it cost to be great
Might end up paying with your soul
Will they get it for the low?
Might end up paying with a grave
Either way you're paying to play
What do you do when night turns to day?
And you can't do nothin but stress as you lie awake
I'm counting sheep but I'm wishing they were bucks
Attitude celibate I'm not giving a f*ck

Me and my homies are trying to get rich
Paper so crisp that it always stick
Spend it so fast but it come back quick
And in-between that we'll talk a-lot-a shit

Me and my homies are trying to get rich
Paper so crisp that it always stick
Spend it so fast but it come back quick
And in-between that we'll talk a-lot-a shit

I want the money so the fam don't go hungry
You don't want this smoke Imma tell ya bluntly
I've been up for days just waiting for a pay off
Never sleepin' day dreaming' so don't let me daze off
No days off specially if you wanna get on
All this hard work well lemme get my sweat on
I'm the underdog that you really wanna bet on
Sellin' like Bailey Rae every time they put that record on
I've been seein' visions like some real life VR
We are different but it ain't that bizarre
You might not go the distance, but I'm prolly I'm going too far
You are, hatin' cuz I'm fresh like weed in a jar
This ain't no mumble rap nah, I cannot cap
Stay humble cuz I've been around a trap
Where people steal dreams and they sell sleep
Might be caught up in a cycle got me fallin' to deep

Me and my homies are trying to get rich
Paper so crisp that it always stick
Spend it so fast but it come back quick
And in-between that we'll talk a-lot-a shit

Me and my homies are trying to get rich
Paper so crisp that it always stick
Spend it so fast but it come back quick
And in-between that we'll talk a-lot-a shit

Seeing different angles, I've been going panorama
Sleep when I'm dead bury me in my pajamas
You can't mimic the flow, you're more stop and go
I got the green, that's something you already know
Had no choice but to hustle like being chased
I was jumping in the game like my shoes were unlaced
Now I'm trippin' to hard, fallin' all over the place
Fallin' behind, tryin' to find a way to pick up the pace
Stuck falling down a spiral, I've been too busy
Trying to find a way out and now it's got me dizzy
I gotta take care of me and everybody else
So in a way my raps always write themselves
A lot of stress has been weighin' on my shoulder's
Do what I need to and nap when it's over
Money can't buy happiness but it can sell it
That's why they say the credit equals the debit

Me and my homies are trying to get rich
Paper so crisp that it always stick
Spend it so fast but it come back quick
And in-between that we'll talk a-lot-a shit

Me and my homies are trying to get rich
Paper so crisp that it always stick
Spend it so fast but it come back quick
And in-between that we'll talk a-lot-a shit