The Cleaners - LE$

Look, staring out the windows of the cleaners

Zoned out chronic day dreamer

Thinking about ah beamer my homie just copped a Saab

Swear it makes me wanna quit this fucking job

I’m working too hard ain’t got nothing to show

Bummy clothes and that paper coming way too slow

I need some options see my partner out there clocking

Moving flow like its blow

Scoop me up and told me what I should know

Now we flipping through the trenches and I’m soaking up game

Told him I just want the money don’t require the fame

Ain’t really trying to swang rather stay in my lane

Just trying to get some change and still leave the way I came

See my aim stays focused on the target

Hustle hard but don’t forget to be the smartest

You got to play the game can’t let it play you

Can put you in a Benz or a grave you choose

Little homie with ah big dream

Get paid then I ride clean

Then I saw that beamer staring out the window of the cleaners

I just gotta get it

Word on the street ah nigga on

Set my partner on chrome when he came home

Matter of fact it was the gold star 5's

Different lingo you couldn’t identify

Floss through the city no tint and gold chains

New king pins of the audio dope game

Wasn’t happy they hating because we got it

Show love to yo' face but still ploting

Wanna knock you off your horse take you off your track

Wanna take the butchers knife and put it in your back

That’s why compassion is something you gotta lack

Nothing but wolves in this game you gotta adapt

Choppin' down trees fuck a beaten path

The fire might be hot but it don’t ever last

And eventually that candle gon' burn out

And we still shine ain’t that crazy how it turn out

What you doing man what’s that?

You tell me man

It looks like coke nigga, You fuck me up A

You never say shit B, just come out the blue with some coke huh