Lyrics:
Chains, Bills, Money, Pills
Assassinating on hills. I fuck a bad bitch she got thrills
Chains, Bills, Money, Pills
Wake up for the dark chills...
Twenty-four seven no nine to five
Casiova get 'em I got big bills I got big bills
Oh baby I keep it real you know what it is you know the deal
Dress you up in
Yo girl just dropped a whip
And you can't even drive it
Aye
You best know I'm 'bout da pap
Charge a fee when you late
It add on by the day
Always got
Damn, my rent late
Most my bills past due but my kids straight
Food stamps come in handy for them meal plates
This 9 to 5 don't cut it, need another
the field it get real
Your block slow motion
In the bills rollin' ninjas like a coaster
Gotta catch a - sleeping late night
Stick 'em with the toaster
Make
usually find a little 'ol piece of dog-eared poetry.
I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U's, some of 'em
take the floor
"Admirals! May I present my idea for the world's first human thermos"
Our Bill will sail by submarine in a giant thermos, a corpse
take the floor
"Admirals! May I present my idea for the world's first human thermos"
Our Bill will sail by submarine in a giant thermos, a corpse
A week feels like a day
Where the fuck I am at
I can't see clear
No vision where's my path
Is it still here?
Time's passing by
And I just spectate
Where
Hey, aye
Aye
Another day, another dollar
But it's mo' money, mo' problems
Tryna get by on the day to day
Just to maintain, what's the price to pay
send letters together
I'm out here on my own and it's been 3 or four days
Late now and I know that there must be some kind of mistake
Cause lately I've
just trust
You been running through my mind
On the regular
Trapped in a frame, call it four by four
I been chasing you
Since walked out the door
In
late (for you)
Hey, listen!
I've have a message for you!
Listen to me!
Spoken:
You know a friend of mine
Called me the other day
By the name of Joe
At twenty-four you should be living By yourself, not in your mama's House
At twenty-four you should be having A degree and probably a job you do
You
jeans feel a bit tight, think I washed them too high
I was gonna be late, so I picked up my pace to run
[Chorus 2: Repeat 4X]
number three
Y:Tom Jefferson stayed up to write
The Declaration late at night
So he and his wife had a great big fight
And she made him sleep
one two, one two three four
Hey, change is coming your way it's inevitable so you take each day by day
Do you preach what you say let me help you
build it mane
DMT, Rob No, J9, Fred Man
Yours truly mane
Different styles, by the pound, hand down, really is
A thing of beauty mane
Late night, shit
Billy was a troubled child, ever since that day. His mother got the fever and she slowly died away.
While Bill felt lost and gone his brother Tom
a field day (ooh)
Let me tell you the play-by-play (by play)
It's 1st down, I run to his crib (ooh)
Yeah, we on O, still do a blitz (a blitz)
ESPN can't
This shit kinda different
Put my wrist up in this bitch and whip it watch me mix it
Ima beat it down and punch it up like Sonny Liston
4 days sober I
fate
So I'm baked like a cake
And I'm chillin' by a lake
I'm awake, I'ma rake
In these bills for heaven's sake
I'ma shake up your thoughts like a pair
like suckers
Mike Tyson still a champ, bullshit don't get no airplay
I feel good, what can I see
"Day, what a day"-- Erykah Badu (4X)
"I got to say it
to nine
Twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five
A process that separated me from my life
Need to unplug but you're still online
And you've gotta pay the bills
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