We Earned It - DJ EFN, Ras Kass, Black Milk

I’m sharp as a Puerto Rican’s line up

The bitches come, stay focused, get your grind up

I refuse to dumb it down, get your mind up

Fuck what you heard, like ears had vaginas

Coochie dog tags all shined up

I rhyme nastier than homeless people fucking

EFN production, catch me on Collins with a Cubana

Tan cassavas like it’s nothing

Yeah, today was a good day

More niggas in the pump than a hood day

And I get these hoes moist like good yay

My music hot, bitch just push play

Tell haters hashtag DMY

Go fuck yourself, eat shit and die

Call him LeBron for a reason

I shit a steamer on their chest then I’m leaving for Cleveland

Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it

Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it

Underground, nah we right here on the surface

Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose

Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it

Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it

Underground, nah we right here on the surface

Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose

It’s the flow flow, never so so with the writtens

One take in a break like intermissions

In the middle of the map, bottom of the mat

And you still listen to a tape that’s banging out the system

Wishing for them flashing lights to be flashing

My way like cars down the highway

Had to be high just to be at ease

Most of these niggas dreams turned to memories

But my niggas was like hell nah

Don’t even know how to spell the world fail

Not even in our vocab, we was on the grind from

Sundown to sunshine, the whole nine

That was old times

At the time old timers didn’t understand what was playing out the speakers

Music rumbling the tweeters make haters turn believers

Ladies that couldn’t leave us

You know, out the back door

Fade to black, pull a disappearing act, gone

Didn’t mean to stay long, just checking if my mics on

Yo we on?

Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it

Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it

Underground, nah we right here on the surface

Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose

Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it

Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it

Underground, nah we right here on the surface

Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose

I’m ready for work like Monday

Catch me in LA on sucker free Sundays

On the porch like Smokey and Q on Friday

It’s a work week, and these suckers just work weak

Get busted like a condom popped when the sperm leak

Can’t touch me, like I’m sick and they germ freaks

I should sanitize their mouth for the dirt they’re spitting out

I remove em like a spot and my nickname was shout

All I do is think of the dudes who got murdered

From the center, from the cypher, from bangers, from freestylers

Either palm trees or green weed growing in sunny Cali

Catch me in that V8 with smoke round me

I’m from Cali to the seas and I don’t need no triggers

Don’t rock jewelry or long chains cause that’s for ugly niggas

The wolf stay hunger so we tryna hit the buffet

We work for that meal like the sign from a bum say

Back at it again, back hand battle for spins

We ain’t compatible, better watch who you’re calling your friends

Line you up for the firing squad, even the odds

In the city of emeralds, only taking what’s ours

Eyes on the prize, these busters is Mark Jacobs

Feeling divine, these models is all aces

We ain’t playing your cards right, but we come from a crazy hood

So your shot look crazy like Bill Cartwright

Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it

Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it

Underground, nah we right here on the surface

Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose

Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it

Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it

Underground, nah we right here on the surface

Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose

I ain’t with none of that

I ain’t never in the back where all the frontin' at

Militia the gang, CMB enterprise

Somebody pray for me cause it’s dinner time

Hide your wife and your kids, bitch I’m a home wrecker

Guard your chest, and get a vest full of chrome checker

Yessir, little Redman on his own method

Niggas suck and y’all like em, you’re dome neckers

Anyway I go out, I’ll be mobbing for dole

Mama lonely, in your hood, ask about me, they know me

Respect is given, if less delivered, respect is taken

More chops and drops than niggas record breaking

Tell a threat fake and nigga name a place, time

And Imma take seconds, nigga ain’t gone waste time

Love how you niggas doing tank time

Fucking rats house rats, snake spawn