T.B.C - El Dia de Los Muertos Lyrics

Yeah
We finna bank when we load up
We killing the shit when we know that we load up
I know that I'm getting this shit when I'm owed up
I know that I'm getting this bit when I'm towed up

I'm not rich, but I wanna be
I'm going hard this year, I can guarantee
All of my pages licked with lyrics
So you backed out trapping while I'm taking my centrepiece

Cause I aint trapping
Nah
I aint strapping
Nah
I'm working so hard in getting this shit done
So I can sit down and just be relaxing
And I'm backing
Yeah
Only the real ones that be tracking
Cause no one even gives a shit
So I aint ever gonna be that lacking

Did you hear last song?
It was shit
Did you hear it all?
He can't sing
I don't even really give a damn
But I wish I didn't make that thing
And I wanna make better
And I know I can't get her
But if I try then maybe one day
It'll be money that I bring
It'll be money when I sing
People will be like: "That's him"
People will be like: "His money aint slim"
People will listen to the tracks that I bring
So I want that for my life
Cause I'm so done with the strife
And I'll wait as long as I can
Until I stab myself with a knife!

So back it
So back it
Back what you got cause I aint lacking
They call me
I'm rapping
Cause I hope for some money to be stacking

I'm not a rapper
I'm a poet
Just give me a word and I think that I'll know it
I'll spit to the queen and tell her that I wrote it
Cause I don't give a f*ck if they think I'm devoted!

But I'm just chilling
But it's money that I'm feeling
And I wanna be killing these tracks
And I wanna be killing that's facts
And I wanna be killing that's

So we finna bank when we load up
We killing the shit when we know that we load up
I know that I'm getting this shit when I'm owed up
Cause I don't give a f*ck if you think that I'm towed up!

And I wish they would take me serious
Cause this point I just think I'm delirious
And I wanna hide myself from everyone
Cause I'm so mysterious

And I spit flames
Not just lyrically
But I spit fire and it's literally
And I keep myself to myself in times like this
Cause I'm doing it differently

And I spit it, I feel it
I make it, conceal it
I see it, I reel it
I know what I'm doing in times that I peel it
Cause money is made and it's time to be billing

So gun lean
And Russ call me
Cause I need that p in my pocket
So you're making stacks and that's three

So bring back my rest
Cause I just want my bed
And I know what I said
And I'm gonna be fed
But the shit that I thread
El Dia de Los Muertos
The day of the dead

Ay, yeah
The day of the dead
Ay, yeah
The day of the dead
Ay, yeah
The day of the dead
Ay, yeah
The day of the dead