Recession Blues - Chapman Brothers Garage

Since this recession I'm losing my baby, Because the times are getting so hard Yes, since this recession I'm losing my baby, Because the times are getting so hard Yes, I have to stop running around, Man, you know it's breaking my heart Yes, I can't afford no liquor, All I can buy is beer and wine Yes, I can't afford no liquor people, All I can buy is beer and wine Well I can get my baby what she wants, And she stays cross al the time, yes help me Yes, please somebody, Please go out to Washington for me Yes, please, please somebody, Please go out to Washington for me Yes, think about us out here Help me get out of this misery

I don't have to tell you things are bad Everybody knows things are bad It's a depression Everybody's out at work, or scared of losing their job I want you to get All I know is that first, you've got to get mad You've gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddamnit My life has value!" So, I want you to get up now I want all of you to get up out of your chairs I want you to get up right now, and go to the window Open it, and stick your head out and yell "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take this anymore!"

Ay, ay, we were havin' a conversation about I should start with financial players How easy it is to make money But it's even easier to fuck it off, you know'm sayin' A lot of niggas fucked up right now One mill', two mill' Three mill', four cribs Ten cars, epidemic hit That corona shit left no jobs Rap niggas didn't save well All them Richard Milles Now they for sale All that cap shit Didn't do well I know I'm good I'm like oh, well I'm a real hustler, I'm recession proof I know how to make the paper, then stack it too (stack it up) I'm a real hustler, I know what to do I'ma flip the paper, I'm recession proof I'm a real hustler, I'm like thirty up (I'm like thirty M's up, nigga) I'm a street nigga, 'fore we poppin' out, we back re-in' up I'm a real hustler, I take risks, nigga I'm a street nigga, I ain't goin' broke for no bitch, nigga Conference call with the team Bag for the youngsters here what dug it (y'all ready) No more shows this year (you hear me) So we goin' where the plug at (okay) Hit me or hit Block (hit him online) You got paper, throw it in the pot Got good prices on the trees (for real) And extra numbers on the block (even better) I spent a house for a watch And I can do that shit again He get money and you broke That nigga probably ain't your friend Bein' greedy, that's a sin (not over here) Bosses gotta feed their men (always) Real leaders got to lead the way All the way to the end (nigga) Negotiations with the label No cap, fifty mill' on the table (real, for real) They know money can't persuade 'em (not me) The deal's just not in our favor (so fuck 'em) We'll grind it up the long way 'Fore we do that shit the wrong way On my hustle like the song say I'ma stack it up the strong way One mill', two mill' Three mill', four cribs Ten cars, epidemic hit That corona shit left no jobs Rap niggas didn't save well All them Richard Milles Now they for sale All that cap shit Didn't do well I know I'm good I'm like, oh, well I'm a real hustler, I'm recession proof I know how to make the paper, then stack it too (stack it up) I'm a real hustler, I know what to do I'ma flip the paper, I'm recession proof (I'm recession proof) I'm a real hustler, I'm like thirty up (I'm like thirty M's up, nigga) I'm a street nigga, 'fore we poppin' out, we back re-in' up I'm a real hustler, I take risks, nigga I'm a street nigga, I ain't goin' broke for no bitch, nigga Nigga, I can count better than a CPA Made a business outta sellin' that yay Seen niggas spend they money 'fore the niggas got paid I'm thinkin' like, these niggas cray Like me tryna keep up with Jay and Em Financially niggas better know they lanes Another month, I'm a multi millionaire That shit just ain't the same Never get offended, I'm motivated Havin' money talks with Puff, I appreciate it School of hard knocks, I graduated School of hard rocks, I participated Back to the street shit Hatin' on the next nigga, you ain't gonna be shit What you eat don't make me shit So how you spend yours, don't give two shits One mill', two mill' Three mill', four cribs Ten cars, epidemic hit That corona shit left no jobs Rap niggas didn't save well All them Richard Milles Now they for sale All that cap shit Didn't do well I know I'm good I'm like, oh, well I'm a real hustler, I'm recession proof I know how to make the paper, then stack it too (stack it up) I'm a real hustler, I know what to do I'ma flip the paper, I'm recession proof

Let me tell you all a little story About how life just doesn't always go the way you want it to It goes a little something like this Well I got a man He ain't got a job Well that man He's great big slob He sits on the couch Just drinking a beer Well that man Better get on out of here I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Well I got a boss He's a real reptile He's so low He'd steal your last smile He takes you to work Then hits on the girls He's more nuts Than 50 squirrels I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Whoah yeah Well I got a friend His wife's so fat He's got it so bad His kid's such a brat He plays his guitar On busted up strings 'Cause his woman She wants diamond rings I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Take it away, Robbie Oh I got the blues You know I got them blues I got the blues Yeah, I got them blues I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Ohhh Aww, quit your bitching Hahaha