[Chorus: Rob Markman]
I ain't want nothin' so bad in my life
I ain't never think twice, I made the sacrifice
And I'ma give it all that I got
Easy Money Sniper, bitch, yeah, I'm callin' my shot
[Verse 1: Adam Dollar$]
Was in disarray with the ops
When we disabled the locks
Kareem Burks thinking I can push yay with the rock
For us a ending like Pac
Was a more relatable plot
Started on the Amistad now we own acres and yachts
Reputation qualified made them other guys exempt
Get dotted by them K’s same place butterflies get pimped
You a rider or you not we can’t justify attempts
From down south but courtside at the Rucker by the bench
They told me I was lyrically inclined and be mindful
You start off with vision wind up wearing blindfolds
Use to ride the GS with Bred back in 2012
A goat was in the bubble before Bron in the finals
I got a documented scheme how to make a bag
You can’t buy respect you learn that chasing cash
What’s a king to a god
I’m the god in every option
But you gotta be patient nigga brawling not boxing
[Verse 2: LISTENtoSIN]
SIN hold a bottle, SIN sip out the handle
SIN Simma got ‘Skip To My Lou’ handles
Ridin’ round sample, I could see your life dangle
Gamble with ya’ life I see dice from every angle
SGFB, I’m KD especially
When I could treat easy money like an accessory
If you changed, I hope nobody noticed all your flaws
If they did, I’m hoping you don’t fall for the fall
I’m in the crib, Probably won’t see nobody til next year (uh)
I won’t feel no pain in my next tear (uhh)
Look around, ain’t nobody left here (uhhh)
Lyrically, this might be my best year (uhhhh)
Spiritually, I could catch a wreck here
Black out, see red, I’m color blind, you stretched there
Tap out, the end, I nullified ya’ tap dance
Shit could be Malice In The Palace when the bench clear
[Verse 3: The Ichiban Don]
Apply pressure, national treasure
Rule shit beyond all measures
False pleasures, wait, It's chess not checkers
Nigga gotta have a thick sole like Sketchers
All out, turning the mall out
Winter, spring, summer, fall 'till we ball out
Dreams of holding paper like it's BofA
Boy you better know shit ain't sweet this ain't C&H
You should, you should come here
Look at the fun we done here
Smoke up and comings and number one tiers
I move like the guru I be
Yeah, these niggas better recognize me like a photo ID
Cruise like Penelope
Vanilla skies, deaf ears to the lies what you telling me
Nada, wait, shit off the hook like bait
Earned stripes, eye of the tiger, I'm great
[Chorus: Rob Markman]
I ain't want nothin' so bad in my life
I ain't never think twice, I made the sacrifice
And I'ma give it all that I got
Easy Money Sniper, bitch, yeah, I'm callin' my shot
I ain't want nothin' so bad in my life
I ain't never think twice, I made the sacrifice
And I'ma give it all that I got
Easy Money Sniper, bitch, yeah, I'm callin' my shot
[Verse 4: Rob Markman]
Easy money for light work
I put whatever on this drive, I could cover the price surge
And I’m here to up LYFT but I might splurge
To kill a couple of you rappers, cause we might need a slight purge
I ain’t forget what Berg said, shit I wasn’t mad
But when you care for the craft, it might not come with plaques
Or no fuckin' awards it ain’t bout none of that
See who I got on this track? I'm tryna fuckin' rap
If skills streamed, with no bullshit memes
Lyrically I’d be, fuck it I’d still be me
The muthafuckin' KD of the DSP
Representin' BK like I’m BIG
But this drive all began at the DMV
Started running with the Sonics, boy I need my rings
Who said Rob can’t rap? Nah I need my things
Billboard in Times Square shit y’all see my dreams
