Long Live Eric Breed Lyrics

Long live Eric Reed

Tryna be on top of Indiana like Michigan

Midwest niggas gotta stick together

Nigga be back and forth from Chicago every other fucking day

Ayy, I might make ten grand this week

Imagine me at my peak

Smile on my face but inside I weep

Smile on my face but inside I weep

I might make ten grand this week

Imagine me at my peak

Smile on my face but inside I weep

The hustle continues nigga, the struggle mental

They shot my dog in the face nigga, fuck what you been through

You survived a hundred percent of what you been through

Word to Roxanne Shante list your credentials

Old biting ass niggas always chewing on a pencil

Got these people wood in your mouth, did I offend you

You'll always be, number two bitch I'm official

I can't stand when these niggas be rhyming about they pistols

I stand for peace, I try not to use my gun

But I let these loving hands give your throat a hug

You goat you thugs nigga, no dope you dud

Waiting for somebody important to show you love

Scared artist in your city gon' show you up

Thinking all the out of towners gon' blow you up

Staying clear of the niggas that know you suck

Needing drugs just to record you know you cluck

Ayy, I might make ten grand this week

Nigga, imagine me at my peak

Smile on my face but inside I weep

Smile on my face but inside I weep

I might make ten grand this week

Nigga, imagine me at my peak

Smile on my face but inside I weep

Smile on my face but inside I weep

Laugh now, cry later, I'm in grind mode

If you coming for the ride, better climb on

I ain't coming back once I'm gone

All these trap capping rappers getting fired on

If they making more money in a dope game

then why they trying to get out of it

And they focus on dollars, nigga, I think they counterfeit

See the difference between me and you

I'm focused on what I put in

You worry about what you get out of it

Until you get stuck in a situation

Realize that money ain't bout to buy your way out of it

That's why I be checking niggas that disrespecting Adrian

Cause I could die for some shit that he put my name in

I care more about hip hop than his music business

I care more about music than his rap shit

Look, I ain't no motherfucking starving artist

I started my own business so I can back this

I might make ten grand this week

Imagine me at my peak

Nigga, smile on my face but inside I weep

Smile on my face but inside I weep

I might make ten grand this week

Imagine me at my peak

Smile on my face but inside I weep

I said, smile on my face but inside I weep

Gotta pay the rap game for it, pay you

Some niggas go broke after they pay dues

Gotta pay for the beat and to record

You go pay for studio time or you go build yours

Now you need some artwork and you need promotion

It costs just to upload it and get the ball rolling

All for a song that niggas might not like

So when I hit the booth I make ten in one night

Niggas got the nerve to tell me what I should rap about

How it should sound and when I should put it out

Well, you might as well be me

Write rhymes and be a hip hoppin' MC

I ain't ask niggas for money, I just wanted some advice

Look, they couldn't even give me that

Peep, see all these niggas is alike

They'll watch you fuck up and tell you that you doing right

Look, I might make ten grand this week

Imagine me at my peak

Niggas smile on my face but inside I weep

Smile on my face but inside I weep

I might make ten grand this week

Imagine me at my peak

Niggas smile on my face but inside I weep

Smile on my face but inside I weep