E DOTT


Economics Lyrics

(Verse)
Welcome to economics, let’s now discuss the numbers,
The trap is more than racism, just know the class of
incession
Like there was never sum us, youngers hugging their
mommas,
And there is bad that they say the tool is the small
investment.
But with the debt and the struggling shawty working the
spit in
If they don’t take care of bills will be back to the
strippin
But she no different from the all street cats hustling
Selling dreams for green, having greed and hid the
convict.
Face painted white with the blackest color life on the
line
But what you give for the ass and money
The money before to get to dead presidents
Like the rims in these friends in the seven this
Vietnam at a glance through a better lens
Lost his partner and his f**king mind ever since.
Since Dallas made nothing but since
I’m dreaming so much bigger that I stood on cover in
red
A red porcupine, pinch in my tent, while 95% of America
controlled by 5%.
Why’d you give up? I ain’t discussing land or dimension
hoes
You get not to mention pimps.
And college is hard tuition with common sense,
Tell you youngers you been failed by the government.
Know the budget for you cops in all jury,
In a few years won’t be no social security.
People insurance ain’t assuring, we sure like sure be
the mad saying caring
Aren’t providing my family a bigger house, got it
gripping by a crib and mess in its account.

(Hook)
I’m ready for the grind, build for the hustle,
All I need is time, got the mind and the muscle,
G by design, I was bunked up by the struggle
On every means, climb to a higher level.
I’m progressing on pride, tires ripping the road,
Be addicted to fame, all my shit is in this dope
Soldier carries flame and I spit from the soul
Going back to the grain we’re so out of control.
Make the world go round, they told me money make the
world go round.
What make the world go round?
Welcome to economics.
I’m progressing on pride, tires ripping the road,
Be addicted to fame, all my shit is in this dope
Soldier carries flame and I spit from the soul
Going back to the grain we’re so out of control.

(Verse)
Crack these arenas filling, it’s like venus my sister
Either way I’m winning like the a William’s kid at
wimble
This life is so expensive, but you get this rare,
Cause you’ll be dead waiting for a pension.
I get that ringling money, that mean I’m with my
siblings
The ADF attitude ever since the beginning
Cause I don’t go by the rules, I swear the nigger
sitting
We party on, we were slaves, but we were so into it
like we wanna get paid.
Now you say it’s money over everything?
Shit, your life must be a bitch and she ain’t never
came.
But it’s cool, cause a heart is a house for love
And for my gang my heart beat like akky cane
Junior, younger fresh out of june
With this aura on his smile, still sublime consumers
Of cocaine, hoping that shit don’t change
For the boys come and get it on each lane till it’s
bang.

(Hook)
I’m progressing on pride, tires ripping the road,
Be addicted to fame, all my shit is in this dope
Soldier carries flame and I spit from the soul
Going back to the grain we’re so out of control.
What make the world go round?

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