Lyrics:
up on your way to
Work, see it all the time, always passing by
Call it playing Beetle-bug, yeah
It's on sight, better throw a punch
Running late
I just do it like breaking bad
Thats all day in the lab
You got scales , got grams then trap
Surrounded by fiends and rats
I just do it like
I stand by my word, yeah
I work for the bread, yeah
Work for the fam
Work 4 to 10
Work like I'm mad
Yeah, yeah
Can you relate, yeah
Can you relate,
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
Cashus Clay
The Yay
Area smoke greenery malacious all day
Eh, eh blaze.
Back in the days, when I was raised
Niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's
up to me, what progress in the world do you wanna see ?
I know suddenly life can change
My worth isn't determined by pay day
I really gotta hand it
Last day in my hometown
Packed my bags, we on the road now
I didn't realize it hurt
Last four years went by too fast
Shit caught up in the books,
on the sidewalk, for you passing by
Those were the days the good old days we find out too late
They all slip away, slip away
Now you're sleeping so sweetly, in
on the sidewalk, for you passing by
Those were the days the good old days we find out too late
They all slip away, slip away
Now you're sleeping so sweetly, in
so bad during the day, but now I'm snug
And warm under an eiderdown sky.
All the things we saw:
Everyone on Park Hill came in unison at 4.13 AM,
the ones doing time
For only trying to get some money when it was tough to get by
I'm not seeing how their weed is any different than mine
The 4 joints i
still in junior high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holler at me when you graduate
We'll be posted right by the four hundred building,
Room four twenty,
gonna stop stop?
Another day in black and white
One, two, three, four, five
Another week goes by
I'm half alive
I'm getting sick
I'm faking this
I'm over
late breaking news story
every day, my music for the right words,
red right, white left,
my growing needs coincide with sewing seeds.
I think ahead
one day
I don't really talk like I did before
I kill my hopes with no remorse
It's way too late, but I'll make one more song about you
It's 3AM,
One time for the people who’d stand by me
Two times for the people who’d swear by me
Every time I think about who’s there for me
I try to write
days straight
I was on my couch
In a couple years time I'm going to have like four house
God damn it again
Four houses
Today I bought a pint of Qualitest
blocked me
Poppin' trunk, droppin' top as I beat the bass
If you don't know what KRIT mean by now then bitch you super late
Po' another fo' up
the day was getting late
Now the wind was tugging at the maple trees but a steel man knows no fear
If somebody wanted to bridge the Pacific, well,
the day was getting late
Now the wind was tugging at the maple trees but a steel man knows no fear
If somebody wanted to bridge the Pacific, well,
What do we have to show for it
But another summer wasted? (Wasted)
All we have are memories of our summer days
Wasting away
Before it's too late (Before
does this take
I pull up when I pull up this way
Man I'm tryna get work from morning
And it's like I'm being charged by the day
But I ain't got nothin'
and sends me checks
She's a humdinger
Folk singer
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up
and sends me checks
She's a humdinger
Folk singer
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up
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