Verse 1) Holding the Glock against my head, Having no hope, no belief in life instead, In this concrete jungle, where the weak bleed red, Greed’s the only currency, can’t buy what’s unsaid. Bills stackin’ high, gotta pay for my health, While the elite laugh, countin’ all their wealth, Got a bullet in my gut, but they sellin’ me stealth, Poppin’ pills for the pain, but it ain’t no help. (Chorus) Pay for it, yeah, that’s the life we live, Fightin’ for survival, man, it’s hard to forgive, They designin’ our sickness, got us stuck in a cage, Pay for it, blood money on this modern stage. (Verse 2) Politicians smirkin’, they don’t give a fuck, Got their pockets lined, while we drown in our luck, Old elite flexin’, while the new kids are stuck, In this rat race hustlin’, just tryin’ to erupt. Bitches on the corner, tryna make a dime, While I’m grindin’ hard, spittin’ words slick as crime, Health’s a luxury, and it’s priced outta line, Only the strong survive in this dollar-sign rhyme. (Chorus) Pay for it, yeah, that’s the life we live, Fightin’ for survival, man, it’s hard to forgive, They designin’ our sickness, got us stuck in a cage, Pay for it, blood money on this modern stage. (Bridge) Flexin’ on the system, breakin’ chains they made, Ain’t no help in the shadows, just a sick masquerade, I’m a thug on the grind, never scared, never frayed, Got the heart of a lion, can’t let ‘em invade. (Verse 3) Every corner I turn, disease lurks like a thief, Tryna snatch my last breath, man, it’s bringin’ me grief, While they watch from the towers, we bleed in disbelief, A revolution brewin’, unleash the beast, no relief. I’m callin’ out the fakes, see the truth in the lies, Health is paid on the highest course, a wicked disguise, But I’m risin’ like the sun, no more wearin’ a guise, Fightin’ back for my people, see the fire in our eyes. (Chorus) Pay for it, yeah, that’s the life we live, Fightin’ for survival, man, it’s hard to forgive, They designin’ our sickness, got us stuck in a cage, Pay for it, blood money on this modern stage. (Outro) So I’m holdin’ the Glock, but I’m livin’ for more, In this world full of greed, gotta even the score, With every line that I spit, my spirit will soar, We ain’t just survivors, we’re warriors of war. Pay for it, yeah, we’ll claim what’s ours, yeah.... enough paid suckerz
