Pay Up
*Harold John*

[Pre-Hook: Syne]
Money is time, and I’m low on supply
Behind the man, ‘cause I am the man
Reppin’ the team and pimpin’ the game for the change
No pain, no gain
Busy bringin’ the pain, makin’ the gang

[Hook: Syne]
Pay up say less, buy mo’ pay less
Pay up say less, buy mo’ pay less
Reppin’ the team and pimpin’ the game for the change
No pain, no gain
Busy bringin’ the pain, makin’ it rain

[Verse 1: Syne]
Don’t wanna hear what you been through
Don’t wanna hear what you finna do
I don’t got time for clowns, I gotta make my rounds
I got a family to feed, niggas dependin’ on me
And a kingdom to build, I ain’t tryin’ to live in the P’s
Do you have the bag or not?
Do you have the bag or not?
You ain’t got the fuckin’ bag?
What the fuck we talkin’ bout?
I don’t want hearsay
He say, she say
I just want the facts, anything else I pass
Every second, minute, hour — is an investment to me
Life on earth is short, ain’t even got time to sleep
And I want to own everything, no lease or finance
Minimize liabilities, maximize assets
Speakin’ of assets and liabilities —
Nigga, which one are you?
If you ain’t down with the gang and the crew
Nigga, you gotta go
Birds of  feather flock together
And all my nigga is go-getters, and all my niggas is getting’ cheddar
Boy, you fuckin’ with the heavy hitters
[Pre-Hook: Syne]
Money is time, and I’m low on supply
Behind the man, ‘cause I am the man
Reppin’ the team and pimpin’ the game for the change
No pain, no gain
Busy bringin’ the pain, makin’ it rain

[Hook: Syne]
Pay up say less, buy mo’ pay less
Pay up say less, buy mo’ pay less
Reppin’ the team and pimpin’ the game for the change
No pain, no gain
Busy bringin’ the pain, makin’ the gang

[Verse 2: Harold John]
Rappers exaggerate, ya’ll talk a good game
But from I’m standin’ at mayne, ya’ll really just lames
Born and raised in the Bay, mouthpiece so malicious
In my DNA ain’t no double helix, look instead see both bridges:
Carquinez, Golden Gate
High school I was holdin’ weight
Worked at Marine World in the games area
On the low takin’ fade
Baggin’ bags, makin’ fade
Square? No
Hustler? Yes
Like forget this little bootsy ass check
Broccoli was my butter and bread
Years later moved back to the ‘V,’ same thang at Buttercup
Wait tables, serve drinks, shift over, serve fiends get my money up
How the hell he a teacher?
I don’t know, divine intervention?
Don’t ask me, ask G-O-D
The Big Homie make all decisions
Not a role model but tell kids this:
No matter where you come from or live
You can change and transcend, do what Kendrick or Barack did
Finally finished college, Harold got mo’ degrees than a thermostat
Used to trap, now I teach a class, and a mack still stackin’ racks
Whoo!