Dry Red in my cup Dry Red in my cup Put my pain in the cup Put all my depression in the cup This ain't dirty sprite in my cup Shoot a movie Boy I got some Dry red in my cup Dry Red in my cup Dry Red in my cup Would it be better if I shadow you My attitude can riddle you I hate to be in the middle of you Appreciate the money Like I'm used to it 2000 dollars in the past 3 years Made it from the music Never held it in my hands The expenditure over my head Tryna stay above Water for the bread The music is costing More than I get paid Tempted to get My signature laid But I have a real Problem with authority I give myself all the loyalty I treat myself Like royalty And if you think It's all about the money Then I know that you hungry It's about the joy in the process Bout the skills That you gain in the process Why get into the process If you gonna stress, stress, stress Dry Red in my cup Dry Red in my cup Put my pain in the cup Put all my depression in the cup This ain't dirty sprite in my cup Shoot a movie Boy I got some dry red in my cup Dry Red in my cup (Okay, Okay) Dry Red in my cup (Okay, Okay) OKAY EXCUSE ME! How many fellas did I know in the music Where they all at? They didn't have The passion that's a fact You didn't make A buck and you left Let me tell you what's left For you to see me on the tele Sometimes I feel like Makaveli Lotta moments where I came back to life I was once left to die And for that reason I will never spend a day Doing what I don't like If you ask me what My forefathers died for They died for my freedom Freedom to be myself And do what I want Our parents never Had the luxury I'm exercising freedom I will never spend a day Doing what I don't like Maybe I can just Broaden what I like Sike!