The money never stops
The stress never stops
These b#tches always talkin’ bout some sh#t that they don’t got
These muf#kas out here, they’ll kill ya for ya spot
I promise to be modest when I make it to the top mane
Critics say I’ve prolly changed, say I’m not the same
Just a product of the game
They gone try to pull you over just because you got a lane
But I be driving steady tryna maintain
Man I’m tryna maintain
Everybody got a gimmick tryna do the same thing
How thе f#ck can I relate if we don’t feel thе same pain
They don’t understand I guess I really can’t blame ’em
And they say stop with that, that’s that conscious rap
Can’t sell no song with that, can’t make no profit back
But b#tch this profits back and spitting these writtens on rhythms that’s fixing to kill em, I spot em, I gott’em, I gotta, go get ’em
I’m spittin’ bullets in this b#tch, I empty clips and refill ’em
I see my targets and splitt ’em just like a marksman would hitt ’em
Reach deep down in my soul and dig up lyrics to spill ’em
I speak this to existence, no resistance, I will ’em
The money never stops
The stress never stops
These b#tches always talkin’ bout some sh#t that they don’t got
These muf#kas out here, they’ll kill ya for ya spot
I promise to be modest when I make it to the top mane
Critics say I’ve prolly changed, say I’m not the same
Just a product of the game
They gone try to pull you over just because you got a lane
But I be driving steady tryna maintain
Yeah, I’m a product of the game, I got it through the pain
Acknowledge my name, I’m a God with this slang
Royalty in my blood, I got the guidance of a King
The strong move quiet and silence is my thing
I don’t follow a thing, I ride in my own lane
Make ’em hate like the visitor scorin’ that home game
I’m dope mane, but I don’t sell cocaine
I spit fire and I inhale propane
I’ma architect, yeah I’m what you call a vet
When the chips are down, n#gg# I’m what you call a bet
It’s lonely at the top and I ain’t fallin’ yet
So if we talking checks then it’s all correct
The money never stops
The stress never stops
These b#tches always talkin’ bout some sh#t that they don’t got
These muf#kas out here, they’ll kill ya for ya spot
I promise to be modest when I make it to the top mane
Critics say I’ve prolly changed, say I’m not the same
Just a product of the game
They gone try to pull you over just because you got a lane
But I be driving steady tryna maintain
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DhD Lyrics – Maintain