Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
VERSE 1:
She say that money trees grow in the yards of men that went to college
Girl keep your ticket to the friend-zone
Take this backstage pass to my cum laude knowledge
You see he may hold your hand in public
Even introduce you to the boys
His Twitter may be cyber silent
But in reality it’s the noise
See I cultivate my crop, and plant my money trees
And the thing about ’em is, they’re familiar with money weeds
They’re like a disease
The biological equivalent of limited edition Barbie’s
Gucci shoes...Brazilian weave
Yet you ain’t buying, shorty please
Wait a minute... Did he just add another piece?
Since every kid needs a complete set of toys
Lips bolted coz a real G never ruins another’s joys
Believe you ain’t no trophy wife
More like the bronze beneath the gold
So just ask me how I know … “AKA how do you know?’’
It’s the seed that Newton planted that in every homie grow
It’s that ish that keeps us constant ‘til cupid exerts her force
Yeah, side chic, main chic, dessert until we satisfy the course
After that...I raise the glass...you 'bout to listen to this toast?
I don the pursuit of happiness, and it’s a tailor made slim fit
And a homie will get shoes to match, not just some counterfeit.
’Cause…
Hook:
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction
Every committed homie will have a side line attraction
I’m not lookin’ for gratitude, I’m lookin to graduate
I’ll wear my gown of glory, shorty button up your fate
And while you dressin’, ain’t stressin’, impressin’
Take a look into the mirror of flesh turned to flaws
As I spit out my thesis on logic turned Newton’s Laws
Verse 2:
So she say, swag never pays any bills and talent leases its address
Then why do I have the title deed and exclusive rights to success?
Nah I ain’t trippin*, he worked for his, and deserves the applause
But while we clapping
Don’t mind me asking
Shorty could you show me where’s yours?
I’m not sayin have no ambition
Jus park it in the right place
Start dialling tracker baby girl
Yours must’a lost you in the chase
’Cause this is for the guy who’s APS score didn’t qualify as a goal
For rhymes arrested by your touch that only put me on parole
This is for your ex who played chauffer
While your warmed his passenger seat
Till you navigated Mr Rover
The kinda expectations a brotha can’t meet
For my boys walking pass, no rims, no class
Pull out ‘em coins to pay attention
’Cause they can’t afford to greet
This is so you’ll check your mailbox every night
Cause’ deuces are long overdue.
It’s what I love about Newton’s laws of logic
They require you hear the truth
’Cause ….
Hook:
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction
Every committed homie will have a side line attraction
I’m not lookin’ for gratitude, I’m lookin to graduate
I’ll wear my gown of glory, shorty button up your fate
And while you dressin’, ain’t stressin’, impressin’
Take a look into the mirror of flesh turned to flaws
As I spit out my thesis on logic turned Newton’s Laws
BREAK:
Say you submissive, yet you submitted like a tender application
Hating on a player but giving the game a standing ovation
He’s gonna take you on the same ride, jus a different station
Why give the doc medical aid, when you’re the patient?
Dear God, I pray for women that are paper chasing
Please amend the formula to this wonderful creation…
Hook: (x2)
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction
Every committed homie will have a side line attraction
I’m not lookin’ for gratitude, I’m lookin to graduate
I’ll wear my gown of glory, shorty button up your fate
And while you dressin’, ain’t stressin’, impressin’
Take a look into the mirror of flesh turned to flaws
As I spit out my thesis on logic turned Newton’s Laws
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