I hear em chirpin they twitter chirpin it's perfect
My
Family a sermon
I do em a service hol up’
I hold the phone to my ear when she cry
I know baby
We runnin thin and my pockets as thin as slim shady
We back and forth like a 4 door accord Turing in sleet slow sliding
We flippin back like a 180
My stomach turnin I haven't eaten since 8, maybe
So I stomach these bars, writin so much lately
Can we live in today?
For a Friday approach
When we go back to the hustle
I just got paid so let's smoke
Let's just sit on Tuesday. We know we got work we know we got hurt
But I leave in the morning
Wednesday you back at the church
f*ck if I'm late, f*ck if I'm first
Either way I hate my day job
Sometimes I can't see nothin else many days I feel like Ray Charles
And I hate this life
But I'm livin and breathing so I don't hate this life
Enough
But I’ve seen my friends wanna put themselves on a blade or gun
I'm trapped
Living on edge with a pencil
Living on edge when I roll that Dutch with the music loud roll down my window
Say f*ck a pig!
Pork for the fork that's just my sh*t talk
My diss walk millie rockin with my cuffs on make em p*ssed off
Grip my hand before we flip this sh*t
Sliding
When we were kids and all decisions miss fired
It could have been this that ended all this sh*t
But I'm still me and you’re still you
And she bout to turn 22 and all of this
Because I smoked a spliff