40/40

I don't have the luxury of lying around at 11 o'clock in my underthings I didn't tell you that part You didn't say I was incorrect either Where the hell are you from? You sound like Cary Grant I told you, Midtown Still on my forty shit We at the park 43rd or the 46th Still at the park, hoodied up when it's fuckin' brick Just some corrupted kids from the mo'fuckin Mid Still on my forty shit We at the park 43rd or the 46th Still at the park, hoodied up when it's fuckin' brick Just some corrupted kids from the mo'fuckin Mid Known to spit over organ riffs and torch the spliff She snortin' fish and forcing it up in her orifice Ayo shorty, you recording this? 'Cause it's sure to be a horror flick, I'm on some morbid shit Sorta rich but still stuck up in the former tense Was selling quarters quick, still on my forty forty forty shit (Sorta rich but still stuck up in the former tense Was selling quarters quick, still on my forty forty forty shit) Shorty spit, pick up the mic when I court ya chick Of course she thick but her aura sick, she sorta sick Could snort a quarter brick then go abort the kid And she a gorgeous chick, so it's unfortunate (Unfortunate) 'Cause although she sick, brodie, I'm ill as well But fortunately, when I spit, it's like I hit a spell Hit the bell, one punchline will make your senses fail I bite to break skin like Tyson when I pen this well You know we used to pack the digi scale Was local hustlers making dimmy sales But luckily, I made it out and now I'm livin' well, was livin' hell But now I'm chillin', sippin' zinfandel And no more flippin' quarters like the wishing well (Nope) Like the wishing well, said no more flippin' quarters like the wishing well Still on my forty shit Check it If you from The Mid, I call you 'Forty' This goes out to all the people that didn't support me Or women, who would ignore me 'cause I was too portly I found a love that takes me places like a portkey No longer sippin' 40's by The Benches Relentless kids... who rose up from the trenches, we was senseless Still on the hunt for Benzes, but gotta stack my ends Style kind of eccentric, wild, and a little demented Befriending them shmendricks will lead up to your ending Open your eyes or wipe your lenses and stop pretending (Still on my forty shit) Where the hell are you from? I told you... Still on my forty shit We at the park 43rd or the 46th Still at the park, hoodied up when it's fuckin' brick Just some corrupted kids from the mo'fuckin Mid Still on my forty shit We at the park 43rd or the 46th Still at the park, hoodied up when it's fuckin' brick Just some corrupted kids from the mo'fuckin Mid (Said I'm, said, said I'm still on my forty shit We from The Mid, said Alright)