Lyrics:
Steady long, steady wrong nigga
Check one-two one-two one-two bitch
Tony Snow, know'm talkin 'bout?
Jack Tripper, "Three's Company" ho
Percy Mack,
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I'm
the space
Serving up pressed grapes
Tipping the valet
Practicing Feng Shui
Gold in the hallway
Misting alocasias all day
Take my rottie out for some dog play
grand; the Clan enhanced me
Try to creep the Clan, you better out run
A solid gold silver-bullet-shootin' shotgun
I'm
white boys gotta pay that tax
Finesse a goofy after dark wit the jano pack
Hard nights long days nigga no cap
Ride'n round 3 bullets nigga one strap
Twenty-five lighters on the dresser (yessir),
Twenty-Four hours in the day for you,
Twenty-three missed calls, I ain't stressing,
The catch
cousin
Let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down
And keep it real
Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill
In this California lifestyle that I
'cause that night he got shot
Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch
I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc
I was drinkin'
mob deep around the way
It's me and the crew, we're tryin' to map out the day
Yo what's the haps on how we gettin' snaps?
Are we gonna shoot some
day
And the nights are long
Singing songs ain't the life you thought
If I sang that it's all okay
I'd be lying
The line would not
Been
Been
Been stuck
a serious endeavor
Solid gold rhymes like I found buried treasure
ROI when you hear me getting better
Get high, get by, hope I don't die
Inside, this time,
back in nine-three
Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in
Three weeks after her ninth birthday, Child Protective Services ripped her under threat
Of gunpoint and execution from her home
For a solid year, I was
In my mind I see the day
Ah ha ha ha, ah ho ho ho
Red to green and green to gold
These crazy things you do
Shame
Shame
Shame
Oh oh oh
Shame
on Windrush, supporting a mar jays old man
Cold doubling eight kids, bare bills
Plus racists full of hatred in your own plant
Three jobs in a day (three jobs
three days have been solid as shit
Call that the trifecta
She riding me, hands free, like a Tesla
Left her heels at the crib, like Cinderella
Had me
]THEY CLAIM TO BE IN FEAR WHEN THEY PULL US OVER THEY PROFILE US QUICK THEY WANT TO CONTROLL US ] ANOTHER DAY I GOT TO GET PAID FUCK MINIMUM WAGE
no going back
I'm stuck in purgatory my demons haunt
Me at night can't sleep I stay up till 3 am
I feel like I'm on I'm on i feel like I'm I'm
First Odd Future break up, now every day I'm waking
I see somebody switch their moral code for validation
The pressure that it's building on my
coming in
A I nigga no practice to win
Any team imma ball jermey lin
I'm the goat twenty three got six rings
To the top like a rocket yao ming
I'm too
the bank today
Mhm mhm
Oh its my C day
Might have 3 sum today
I might just go bang today
Imma splurge today
Might have rich sex today
(Verse)
Wake up in
struggle
Bring me to land on a solid road
God, Please clear the path and fill up my soul
Your mighty power's never closed
III
We're selfish stealing
Maybe I'm paranoid
Or maybe entitled
But I thought that by now
I'd be farther along
But I can't help but worry
Even when I am well
It seems life's in
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