3,41
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Do ideals die with riches and shine/
Will mine, is it me or them whos still blind/
Im tryin, surviving for a purpose more than funds/
With 3,41 Im seeing dreams forming son/
Cuz it’s a dollar and a dream, nickel and a knack/
Quarter and a quest dime destiny can you guess the rest/
Penny and a passion toonie and a tale/
3,41 that’s my budget to escape from hell/

Verse 1
Blowin up in my city mythological/
To me that myth illogical/
On rare occasions do I sit and chronic pull/
But I had equations that itched the follicles/
Tryna profit off a passion /
but if cash ends is the target itll tarnish all the rappin/
Artist dollars all this nonsense/
From this G stream of conscious, we gone flee feeble profits/
We gone eat, we gone beat, we gone see Neo’s optics/
Coveted like the tickets in Wonka chocolates/
Green emerald sages hades of currency/
What we need for our current siege of this industry/
And you aint getting da green if you aint got a degree/
So the story goes but you aint gotta agree/
You can follow your dreams or you can do it with tactics/
Im officially the bobby fisher of this rap shit/

Verse 2/
22 in 12 days shit/
Knock knock in the AM it’s the bailiff/
I know you are indifferent to my hustle, your just muscle/
But your lil job causing me trouble/
But that’s what money do, yeah that’s what money do/
Peasants fukin over peasants for an extra buck or two/
If that’s your prime motivator I don’t fuck with you/
And im just late on parking tickets from like may or month of june/
Live it up consume from the womb to the grave kid/
Same game different stages, Same slave different wages/
Grave shit feels outrageous when the pay is oh so doodoo/
Its coocoo the duties dudes do to cruise in some new shoes, true blues/
More of a rant that it is a sermon/
Scholars place me in political boxes I never heard of/
It’s a shit blizzard out there and Im quite nauseous/
With a bottle cap a wallet and some change in my pocket/
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