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lance markeith - change please - please spare change sir! lyrics

if i had a penny every rhyme that i wrote
if i had a nickel every time that i spoke on the mic
n+gga yeah!

yo yo yo!
if i had a penny every rhyme i’ll buy ya mortgage two times
n+ggas too lined up and to tell
and well i don’t give a f+ck if you care or feel me yeah
it’s well in this jail i feel bars n+gga
keep stackin em keep packin em keep packin em
in that cell n+gga
anytime you n+ggas rhyme
we can tell that you fake
we can tell that you snake
we can tell that you ain’t really create
everything you say n+gga
if i had a penny every rhyme
i’d be rich two times n+gga f+ck all ya lyin’
that’s why they call em lines n+gga
cause you lying n+gga
got em lined up all day always
onstage all paid
its ensured like allstate
i’on give a f+ck what ya’ll say
i be here i been here listening at what the brawd say
in the broad day
i be at the shows actin like its broadway
they be actin out you actin’ the broad way
i be steppin’ i be stretchin
i be slittin’ that pack out on broad way
steppin’ on the street
down in ybor where we deep
we be deep, cod3
and we knee high in the dirt
in the dirt
n+gga we’on speak
if i had a penny every rhyme
i’d buy tampa three times
and ya’ll know he ain’t lying
so really let me
really really write it
like i ain’t really write it
and i ain’t really hype
and like i ain’t need the mic
and like i ain’t need yo beat
and i ain’t no n+gga to tell me
how to f+ckin’ speak
i ain’t in this sh+t
where they hold ya
where they n+ggas talkin’
i feel it from the bottom
feelin’ like they had to growed it
feelin’ like i’m holdin’ the stove
when i feel this heater
feelin’ like i’m writin’
feelin’ like i’m peter pan
and yes i’m hype
and yeah i’m hype
in never ever land
never ever expanded
never ever got branded
never got banned or band on this sh+t
i’on need a hand for ya sh+t
ban it i’ll handle it
granted i just dismantled the beat
now its stranded out
i just leave out stranded
will rap for food and i’m famished
and i’m hungry n+gga up on this corner
n+gga want it well yea i ain’t really knowed it
but i sold it, but i knowed if +
i knowed if i had a penny every rhyme
i’d get my momma outta debt
i ain’t seen no f+ckin’ check yet
that’s just cause i’m hungry b+tch
on the f+ckin’ corner rappin’

- lance markeith lyrics

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