E-Fluent & Reckonize Real “Show Money”

“Show Money” is the 1st leak off BROKEN KINGS 3. The final chapter of E-Fluent & Reckonize Real’s series drops in May. Official videos on the way, along with the vinyl pre-order and all that good stuff. so stay tuned!! LYRICS: HOOK Grab the pack you know we still ridin out with it Back to back light it up an burn it down listen All I know is drug life and the fast bread Tried to do the 9-5 ended up half dead All we know is tax free on the low money Rap just for fun trust me this isn’t show money Nah listen This isn’t show money Rap for the love that they don’t even show to me They don’t appreciate the greatness of our artistry But trust me, on this latest run, I’ll sponsor things properly adjust the discussion back where it oughta be New York Bodying these rappers consistent I need a new morgue Shotty to her snatch if she twitches I’ll blow her tubes off Sawed the bitch in half, I get twisted Once I get loose off A couple of scotches I paint this Rotten Apple blue, dawg Darkness, entrapment and lettin tools off At the pool hall Walmart babies, they world is too small Phones got em worshipping the tech like it’s a new god Two broads up in my camry “where’s your Cadillac?” Bitch, it’s brick as fuck!, middle of winter, course I’m stashin that This ugly weathers for the birds bout to head to Florida Copp another old muscle car so I can bend the corners Send supporters to my page put the links up This for everybody in the game throw your drinks up HOOK I used to rap for the love For respect and approval of these rats and these bums I was just a little cat, I was young Spit my tracks, havin fun This an that,  gather crumbs Till the picture start to come into focus Either raise up your position, or be one with the locust’s I was hopin I could make it to some type of promotion But instead, diggin ditches was the dice I was rollin Trigger itches, every night, my finger fights the propulsion In my sights, is the illest ever life that I’ve choosen But I smoke it, pull the trigger and ignite an explosion If I’m hopeless, it’s because of this addiction to broken Broken homes, broken women broken pieces of already broken pictures Broken leases, broken noses, and evictions You know I seen it all, since the fall of NY Tale old as wine, happens all of the time And u can call it divine intervention isn’t part of that climb Your intuition oughta draw you that line I don’t fault you for trying They gravitate us to the vault by design I’ll take my share in gold, son I need somewhere to roll up, come on