Rameses II by Free Money Fresh Meth Lyrics
(Verse 1: Barrettdog Milli)
Kushin’ like a sofa, flow out the MOMA
Got a milli-inch rims on my Toyota Corolla
You know you’re doing well when you beat the quota
Girls all want a ring, try to clone ya like you was Dakota
They think I’m coughing cause I lit it, hit it and got lifted
Nah, man, I’m coffin ‘cause I kill it, get it?
Out in Hollywood a minute tryna make a living
Get my lunch paid, bread in my pocket like I was Subway
They hear me flowing and know I opened the floodgates
Did it the thug way, that’s the Crip and Blood way
I gave my haters a case of the Mondays
They went looking for money and ending up funding a blood bank
This one’s for them figures who chill with GRZA
Dollar and Widda been known to go ape on a beat like a gorilla
Ill as a hospital, none sicker
And we louder than the sound that often follow a gun trigger, POP!
You hear that shot?
Gats cocked from what I jot on my laptop
Can’t stop til I get that yacht, show ‘em rap got
Did by the kid with the skin color whiter than crack rock
(Verse 2: Barrettdog Milli)
I want a mansion with many rooms
A worn chalice or a gold tomb
Growing old got me feeling like Rameses
Grandson, chicks throwing me they-
I was pious as a monk back when I was young
Before I had a drop, before I hit some
But then I got dumb, left bread to chase crumbs
Made crank calls but I had fun
I see it clearer looking back at it
Saw the glass as half gone then I got glasses
Cut classes, stuck in my lane like bad traffic
My broken mirror gathered dust in the attic
They say wisdom is a gift but you’d trade it for youth
But I’d take death if it meant truth
Anything to burn the burden of my bygones
I want to die with all my lights on
GRZA
Kushin’ like a sofa, flow out the MOMA
Got a milli-inch rims on my Toyota Corolla
You know you’re doing well when you beat the quota
Girls all want a ring, try to clone ya like you was Dakota
They think I’m coughing cause I lit it, hit it and got lifted
Nah, man, I’m coffin ‘cause I kill it, get it?
Out in Hollywood a minute tryna make a living
Get my lunch paid, bread in my pocket like I was Subway
They hear me flowing and know I opened the floodgates
Did it the thug way, that’s the Crip and Blood way
I gave my haters a case of the Mondays
They went looking for money and ending up funding a blood bank
This one’s for them figures who chill with GRZA
Dollar and Widda been known to go ape on a beat like a gorilla
Ill as a hospital, none sicker
And we louder than the sound that often follow a gun trigger, POP!
You hear that shot?
Gats cocked from what I jot on my laptop
Can’t stop til I get that yacht, show ‘em rap got
Did by the kid with the skin color whiter than crack rock
(Verse 2: Barrettdog Milli)
I want a mansion with many rooms
A worn chalice or a gold tomb
Growing old got me feeling like Rameses
Grandson, chicks throwing me they-
I was pious as a monk back when I was young
Before I had a drop, before I hit some
But then I got dumb, left bread to chase crumbs
Made crank calls but I had fun
I see it clearer looking back at it
Saw the glass as half gone then I got glasses
Cut classes, stuck in my lane like bad traffic
My broken mirror gathered dust in the attic
They say wisdom is a gift but you’d trade it for youth
But I’d take death if it meant truth
Anything to burn the burden of my bygones
I want to die with all my lights on
GRZA