Joe's Turkey - Fatlip

I came a long way, brought up the wrong way

My life used to be fucked, that’s all I’m gon' say

Cause you already know how the game go

All over the globe, it’s only more of the same, yo

Day by day, we all work hard for pay

Doin' what we got to do to survive

If you don’t, that’s for you to decide

Is you down to ride?

Hustle?

Provide the muscle?

But then go from every angle to piece of the puzzle?

Yo-- I’m tryin' to pawn the buckle

Make the struggle worth all my trouble

The hood gonna love the new Fatlip

No, I’m not the crack addict

Bitch ass niggas who slept before my last shit

My style is classic

Born to be classic

Peace to O.D., the bastard

And fuck America

Comin' through in the clutch, ready to touch as much as possible

So I’m gonna do what I gots to do

Get money, make money by any means

Whatever that means, no more pork and beans

Fresh and clean, physically as well as mental

Inventing my schemes, cause my cream is essential

Ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride!

Back again, straight out the trash can

Startin' back in the game with a master plan

Tryin' to get this money just as fast as I can

Procrastination is disastrous, man

My shit’s critical, but little identical

To the nigga that up and split thirty years ago

But today’s my day, babe

Formulate a plan to stay paid, for six more decades

Invest my cash, stash a little nest egg

Nothing but the fly shit, I wanna buy shit

Homes in Rome, Cadillac chrome

Trust funds for my little sons when they grown

Cool little hideaway spot that I own

So all y’all suckers can leave me the fuck alone

I don’t wanna be bothered, don’t bother to holler

Yo squeak, let me borrow a dollar to get home

Comin' through in the clutch, ready to touch as much as possible

So I’m gonna do what I gots to do

Get money, make money by any means

Whatever that means, no more pork and beans

Fresh and clean, physically as well as mental

Inventing my schemes, cause my cream is essential

Ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride!

Everybody broke, it really ain’t a joke

I’m asking my sister for cigarettes to smoke

Borrowing clothes from my brother

Was so cold we all three be living with my mother

Running up the phone bill, can’t afford my own meal

At a time in her life when she’s supposed to chill

I’m sorry, mama, I’m irresponsible

As humanly possible, my mind is illogical

I get money one day, be broke the next

Six months left for the next publishing check

In the meantime, in between time

I beg D.V.

for a G to write these rhymes

Verbal famous, I speak that hobo language

It’s in my blood, pop train hopped in the rain and mud

Sleet and snow, to get where he had to go

Well fuck that, you know?

Comin' through in the clutch, ready to touch as much as possible

So I’m gonna do what I gots to do

Get money, make money by any means

Whatever that means, no more pork and beans

Fresh and clean, physically as well as mental

Inventing my schemes, cause my cream is essential

Ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride!

Get money, make money (yo-yo-yo)

Make money, get money (yo-yo-yo)

Make money, get money (yo-yo-yo)

Ain’t a damn thing changed, you still need that change

More than that, dollars and cents, know what I’m sayin'?

So from here on out, from now on until infinity

You gonna see me on my grind baby

You know what I’m sayin'?

I know that shit sounds corny

Cause everybody talkin' 'bout tryin' to get money

But this shit is for real real really real real real

Know what I’m saying?

And that’s, you know, that’s all I can say

You know what I’m saying?

I’m gonna be rolling, and doing my little thing

Get my little Gotti doodads, my little blappers

Fat Leezy baby