Raw Street Sermon

Yeah, yeah

Turn the headphones up a bit

I'm on a different level,

watch the throne climb We making moves while they wasting all their

own time No handouts,

had to get it out the cold grime Look at the wrist,

yeah, we living in a gold mine (skrrt,

skrrt)

Started in the basement,

now we up inside the penthouse suites Stacking up the paper,

got a pocket full of raw receipts Every single statement is a

testament to working hard Flipping all the odds,

now they putting me on every card Never let 'em tell you

what you can or cannot do with this Every single dollar that

I made is on the bucket list

(yeah, yeah)

We don't do no favors for the people who were talking down

Now they want a piece of what we building in the inner

town Keep the circle tight,

I'm only rocking with the day-ones Looking at the scoreboard,

check the numbers, see who really won No fake handshakes,

we just focused on the bigger check Put respect on my name,

nothing less than total respect (brrr)

I'm on a different level,

watch the throne climb We making moves while they wasting all their

own time No handouts,

had to get it out the cold grime Look at the wrist,

yeah, we living in a gold mine

(skrrt, skrrt)

Yeah, we out

Nothing left to say (shhh)