[Lyric] Goose Eggs (The Thought)

[Verse: The Thought]
I've been hanging to it all on a shoestring
Who's the Pretty China Doll? She's my boo-thang
Tell me, who rang? 'Cause I'm expecting a call
Do you fight or do you crumble with your back on the wall?
Asked if I could stand tall, they said "You may"
That defeats the whole purpose, I do say
No excuses, better give us our due pay
'Cause this barely counts as living

[Chorus: The Thought]
I'm sick of the goose eggs
Got the zeroes that you'd hate
My bank account look like someone stole my identity
Seems revolution's the remеdy
I've been hanging to all on a shoestring
Now I'm sick of the goosе eggs
I could drown on land, on account of my density
So the banks never lend to me and I'm low on necessities, yeah

[Verse: Marcus Lee]
I was working a lot, it was hard
But I'm a gentleman
She want better, I'm spending it all
Breakfast in bed again
Ever since I had meddled with handling
With a head of gin
I been giving the government all my pennies
They hemorrhaging
Been going through it all at my job
This guy been playing me
I'm thinking that he may just get robbed
I need my pay, 'cause B
I been living out of my car, I don't feel like a star
I just feel like a bum, and um, yeah
I'm over fighting you for just for crumbs
When I do all the shit in this bitch while you out having fun
I mean really it's dumb
I mean really just come on, my guy
I need a come up and I
Know you got something and I
Lately been wondering if I come through at midnight, I got keys
Could turn of the cameras, because I know where they be
Password's right on the screen, take the cash and I flee
But that would be a disaster, they'd have to know it was me
But shit, G
[Chorus: The Thought]
I'm sick of the goose eggs
Got the zeroes that you'd hate
My bank account look like someone stole my identity
Seems revolution's the remedy
I've been hanging to all on a shoestring
Now I'm sick of the goose eggs
I could drown on land, on account of my density
So the banks never lend to me and I'm low on necessities, yeah

[Verse: Smith the Poet]
So, I'm at the money store, making ruckus, sipping tea
Slanging plenty melodies, hope that changes me for me
Either way, we royalty, run that shit back
Watch me bullet through the heavens, this a diss track
Clipped an angel, kept the halo, never went back
And I'll admit that, I couldn't pimp these butterflies
But I see ghosts all of the time, oh-so-clearly in the lines
Not the rails he finna ride, spending zeroes on the high
'Cause I'm rich in the mind, I'm with your bitch and she fly
She say my floetry sly, slipping wisdom for wine
I ask father of all motherfuckers, drunk off the vibe
Where the rhymes, like dimes, hope this ain't your prime
We can't let shit slide, please take your time
Travel when I ramble 'cause I can't afford to lie
We soft-spoken 'bout the digits 'cause these classics you can't find
Making more than just the dimes...
[Chorus: The Thought]
I'm sick of the goose eggs
Got the zeroes that you'd hate
My bank account look like someone stole my identity
Seems revolution's the remedy
I've been hanging to all on a shoestring
Now I'm sick of the goose eggs
I could drown on land, on account of my density
So the banks never lend to me and I'm low on necessities, yeah