Ackamonkey - Dirty

I hate’s to wake up, another day tryin’to stack that cake up

Lookin’at the time but I ain’t lookin at no Jacob

No food in the refrigirator, no toilet paper

Wondering how he made it so that make me a hater

Another rapper with big dreams

I’m on the outside lookin in at this big screen

Like the shit ain’t been the same since 'Pac and Biggie died

I’m wishin that the rap game would bring Lil Burn alive

But what the fuck is my opinion when niggaz out here making millions

And I ain’t got a god damn dime

A pot to piss in and my raps the only thing I can say mines

So I’m out here on the grind

Just tryin’to get in where I fit, cause on the street I’m the shit

And niggaz waitin’for me to get legit

Cause they know it’s all good, when Burn come stuntin’through the hood

Like summer and decorate the whole Alabama

That’s why I

Wake up everymorning and lace my shoes up tight

Cause I know I might have to run

From these folks if I’m caught with this gun

But I still, get out on the block

Hustle what I can before my trap get hot

Cause I know my children got to eat

They need chlothes and shoes on they feet

That’s why I

Man that’s why I, runnin from these folk

Cause I stay strapped, cause got a pocket full of dope

But if they find I’m hustlin this 'dro

Then they gon lock me up so I can’t hustle it no mo

But I’m not lyin, that’s why I grind

Spending my time, trying to get mine

Cause ain’t nothin’free, off in these streets

And everyday I’m runnin from the MPD

So I tie my J’s, tight as I can

And tuck my .45 deep off in my pants

Cause the shit get sad, makin’me mad

And I can’t stack my G’s, with these p’s on my ass

Don’t wanna stay up alone, but I need me some cash

That’s why I hustle hard, just to come up fast

And standing in the yard with a bag full of grag

Servin every junkie’can’t let nothing pass

Man this cold water stank

That’s why I put a top on my drank

In the club, I don’t know how these niggaz and girls think

One meek would probably have my whole mind erased blank

Late at night hunchin a bow leg dog behind a bank

And I ain’t sayin, that I’d fuck a dog in the ass

But how I’m gon know what I’m doin if my mind gone bad

I’m a pimp, so tell me how my fans gon respect that

Everytime my song come on in the club, I get naked

Cabbage patchin with draws on my head

Never know when I might snap wishin all y’all was dead

To prevent that, I stay ping pongin hoes like a rit rat

Every Sunday a pot of turnips mixed with pig fat

The pig feet, the pig ears, and the pig back

That make yo stomach weak, then city boy get back

The Dirty south where country niggaz live to get fat

And rearrange our cocaine is a good crack

You can be thirty five still get ya jaw cracked

Rollin’yo eyes gettin loud trying to talk back

Cause shit mama plus belt equal cross back

I loss a half a block, and still tryin to crawl back

Hoping the good luck fairy make ya fall back

But my children hungry so that kill all that

Just suck it up and try to intercept the ball back

Praying to God my laces don’t be tied in all black