Lyrics - SPOKEN WORD Lyrics

Son of an athlete he never went pro tho
Out in DC where them niggaz love to go go
For promo purposes I'll do this pro bono
Floating on 85 that's chad wit no ocho
We close tho when they talk about the destination
He sick wit it so now they wanna test the patience
We to the point so let that be the exclamation
They say I'm tripping now I'm staring at their reservations
Kept us waiting.. we slid thru that back door
Now I'm cracking jokes with niggaz that need to laugh more
Ya skills got u benched now u on the decline
Try not to cuss but what I jot on this D Line
Is very offensive u better call an audible
Everybody can't go so friends it's gone cost a few

Thought it through.. he mad cuz I have to leave em
Road to riches took him left so I couldn't see em
U still breathing.. so it's no biggie
The broads love em that's why they acting so gitty
These niggaz iffy.. knew that 4 I got here
Went from crabs in the barrel to somewhere in ya top tier
Could stop here.. but yall know how I pan these verses
U a hod MC must be in abandoned churches
Ya man worthless he a worker not the boss type
Let him tell it he moving keys of that off white
His boss like I don't mean to cause gripes
But he a baller then he must be having off nights
It's all hype he can't even get the cost right
Tried to let him eat but this nigga takin small bites
My thoughts like.. it was love when we started
Friend or foe if u a opp we gone mark the target
Work the hardest so we won't sign them artist deals
Underground king & that's where the arts real