Styles P - Monopolizing lyrics

rate me

Like I’m sitting on the tear with years left ahead

Too much pain but I ain’t got a tear left to shed

I’m speakin to myself like yea get the bread

The meat and the cheese too, the money will appease you

In case the love leaves you, nah

It’s only a myth to gets this type evil

All I know is takers and givers and fowl niggas

Ain’t no love, they just scared to throw paper around with us

And we gotta go to heaven cuz the underground wit us

If we all don’t blow then I’d prolly die bitter

I figured the equation, everything’s amazing

You locked in the cage or stuck in the maze and

I burn your rat though, I tip my hat though

Cause now it’s been said that the game is the devil’s lasso

I just wanna play God’s house

I’m on the streets though, still taking the hard route

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Monopolizing, or how this game is being played

Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay

In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream

I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep

Kill all racks then hard crack

Yeah that D block bullshit, I’m still on that

All rappers be aware cuz the villain’s back

50 shots, let me see who tried to dodge that

I had a crime scene lookin like we in Iraq

Hit the spot, jades closed and I spin right back

Hold up, Poovs wait, let me fix my hat

Now please raise the volume up so I can spit that crack

Smoke loud, pop perks til my lips get chap

And niggas I done seen grown men get kidnapped

All cuz they said they stash at endless racks

Back on my block we used to have endless packs

We started with it, pulling both Bentleys back, nigga

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Monopolizing, or how this game is being played

Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay

In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream

I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep

Insane like jackin the shinin, money rhyme it in Han sight

I only look for it when I’m findin

But you gotta find more than what you look for

Fool, but I know that there’s a book in the jewel store

Smoke good, get it high I cook raw

Tired of this every day ghetto shit

Hoes, strippers that try to get fellons to get your melon split

But if you know the game no tellin shit

These is the rules, I ain’t make em up

Yea they put em to sleep but couldn’t wake em up

He was just in the strip club throwin paper up

Now the family is throwin Rolls’ down

And these niggas is yelling they gonna hold it down

You know the streets, it’s the same old cycle

9 on my mountain bike, the same old cycle

Ghost me in the cut cuz the game so tryful yeah

[Hook] x 2

Monopolizing, or how this game is being played

Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay

In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream

I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep.