[Intro]
Yeah, for real. Long time, poor people ah suffer. And check this: long time, we fighting. Even pull out gun for the food, seen?

[Refrain: stic.man]
We ain't tryna hear shit but what? (Cash money)
The whole world operatin' off of (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lot of (Cash money):
Watch your back, money

[Verse 1: stic.man]
You couldn't never understand how my mind tick
I'm on some old school crime shit
Where niggas hold tools to keep the dimes lit
Ain't no rules when these iron shots is thrown, dunn
This heat burn through your flesh, straight to the bones
I'll reach for the Buddha cess and zone
I'll probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and be alone
But as far as the present time, it's on
I'll represent mines 'til I return to the essence and I'm dead and gone
Nobody wanna be broke, and you, neither
Put me on the corner, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
If you be poppin' shit, my niggas won't believe ya
Prob'ly punch you in your face and take your wallet when we see ya
But son, it get deeper
I'm runnin' with a clique that's bein' hunted by the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man keeper, let your situation be a teacher
Ain't nuttin' like a education
When I was locked down, I learned about patience and dedication
And not to say shit unless you need a muthafuckin' face lift
And as a youth, I was a outcast
Runnin' 'round with pellet guns,
Playin' War, but now it's all about cash

[Chorus: stic.man]
I'm caught up, caught up in the midst of shit
And I ain't tryna hear shit, dunn, my crew got cash to get
Blast you with the pistol if I have to
In my mind, it’s all about cash in the fistfuls (Fistfuls)
I'm caught up in the midst of shit
And I ain't tryna to hear shit, dunn, my crew got cash to get
Splash you with the pistol if I have to
In my mind, it’s all about cash in the fistfuls

[Verse 2: M-1]
Up late night and upset, I’m fed up
Niggas is comin' up wet, I'm dead up
Fuck tryna keep your head up
And when it go down, word bond, we gotta dead up
Too many locked down upstate, son, it’s a setup (setup)
My life is sped up many years, I'm straight up
Plenty beers for who ain't here and those who ate up
Test and get sprayed up in the club, we couldn't run it
So we take the blade up in the booth, since we couldn't shoot
We heat it up, losin' the shirt, showin' a bare chest
I'm blessed, puffin' the skunk make me care less
The best that you can do is duck my fuckin' crew
If the slugs don't get ya, Lord J'll jig ya
Actin' artificial get you burnt by the pistol
Before it’s done, even my guns'll turn to missiles
Don't have to blow the whistle on you, 'cause everybody knows
You gotta watch yourself around borderline psychos
Who know my people gotta hold a mint or they ain't worth a cent
How can you represent if you can't pay the rent?
And leave a dent in my lifetime; I'm caught up in trife crime
In fights you never know what you might find
We stand firm, meanwhile, ‘cause niggas that seem wild
Be buckin' blanks
If they was men, they wouldn't fuck with pranks
I leave them niggas alone and stay home until
It cool down, and they remember how my tool sound (tool sound)

[Chorus: stic.man]
Caught up in the midst of shit
And I ain't tryna to hear shit, son, my crew got cash to get
Blast you with the pistol if I have to
In my mind, it’s all about cash in the fistfuls (Fistfuls)
Caught up in the midst of shit
And I ain't tryna to hear shit, son, my crew got cash to get
Splash you with the pistol if I have to
In my mind, it’s all about cash in the fistfuls

[Refrain stic.man]
We ain't tryna hear shit but what? (Cash money)
The whole world operatin' off of (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lot of (Cash money):
Watch your back, money
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge: stic.man]
We up on what we dealin' with
We ain't no criminals
We got the right to have gats
Long as the army, navy, air force, marine got gat, we gon' hold heat. Know’m sayin'?
‘Cause our army got to represent for us
Word up - ayo, Maintain (Yeah)
Set that shit, son

[Verse 3: Maintain]
Forever keeping my shit cocked for drama
Stainless steel, shit is for real
The way these rats is known to squeal, makin' sour deals
Thugs up in the midst of these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle: how the Bronx rumble
Plague spreadin', devils get deaded, never regret it
Only known to set it; still in existence? Obviously you jetted
Speak the desert, I’ll see the pyramid and eagle
Back of the dollar bill, ill deceitful, we consider lethal
God fallen, niggas be pourin', guzzlin' alcoholics
Two drinks - too many's like whitey infiltrating your fortress
Shit is on, we’re 'bout to form, best prepare for the storm
Y’all funny niggas quick to ring the alarm
Bomb fell, and now a nation is gel
We had to dwell for four hundred or more
The Lord had the righteous livin' poor
Resurrectin' the true and livin' back to power
Devils gettin' devoured, niggas heard the God holla