Lyrics:
almost midnight
Still got time to practice those old folks songs
For the 40's sing-a-long
(chorus)
Weekend goes by quickly
Poor little Zeke-y
He's got
approval just to know that I'm blessed kid
Never given shit so you know that I flex it
Carry all day like I'm livin in Texas
Made 10k in trades for breakfast
hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
with the Pucker's
Never been a sucker
40 in the stash, kicking like
Jackie Chan, Rush Hour, chris Tucker
Lot of rappers talk the talk
But they be hella
seein' crab niggas that made it
And I'm robbin' cats just as broke as myself
Livin' foul and ain't lookin' out for my health, where's the wealth?
Not in
to paycheck
Paycheck to paycheck
Every two weeks another load comin' in
And I'm talkin' bout all of the cash I gotta spend
40 hours every week just to try
cigarettes from my friends
Hangin' out 'til my check comes in
Spendin' my life one week at a time oh
Money don't mean that much to me
I got my ticket for
grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack
And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag
ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin
go!"
Now it's back to the hustle and it's
Back to the beat
It's back to another forty hour
Week.
"Soon that weekend will come
I'll get to have
Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway
Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a Monday
Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound
Then he
Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box
Said, "Fuck school, " ha
And I don't bite my tongue for no weak nigga
'Cause y'all never had to starve for a week
Nigga no clothes but 44 to a household
9 to 5
But every single week I end up broke
And I've gotta take a chance on me
I do believe
I don't wanna choke
This 40 hours ain't enough to quench
around the world I've seen so many places,
Livin' the life I've worked so hard to make it,
Trading the world for money, stars, and power, living my life
you could get shot for makin' sudden moves
But don't comply and you die is the golden rule
In the backyard smokin' large sittin' by the pool
Thinkin'
make it thru the week
The town bouta be lit
Before I go out tonight I'm bout to get me a fit
They don't make repellent for me takin ya bitch
I got
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
Culberson county by the Alabama line
There's a bullet with my name if I don't make it in time
Spent the last fifteen in and out of the game
I've been
around here after the beating your poor excuse for a racegoose took last week, and every week for the past decade!
UNCLE WALTER:
Old Benny paused to rewet
a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is
Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee)
Hearin' gunshot lickin' by the hour
When Too $hort ???fought in every super sport???
And told us all how to ride for
Feel me
Liftin thugs out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's
Report me
And live shortly
Slouch cat livin off
the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written
recordin', I would've been with him that night (hah)
This for my niggas that ain't make it out the struggle and it's real
I keep that forty on me in
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