i woke up working like a mexican
that mean i work from 10 to 10
nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline
all this bread can't be good for my cholesterol
don't come round' talking loudly
fucking up my repertoire dawg
i can't lie bruh lately i've been stressing heavily
smoking on whatever take the pressure off
ff imperial til my burial
dodging every bullet and venereal
anti-fuckboy material til i'm dead
if you focus on what's in front of you and not what's in the peripheral
word? boy i seen drama on drama
drama on drama over comma on comma
i'm bringing home dead prez
my house done feel like its haunted
i put the city on my back
right along with my garments
i got 3 jobs like i'm jamaican though
i need 3 wives like i was haitian though
if police have questions they don't know what that mean nigga
they say detroit going through the great depression
still it's been depressed so long i can't even tell depression here
my homeboy still gon' pull up on them rims big as a ferris wheel
so many rides up on the curb my lil cuz thought the fair was here
and we might take a trip to jamaica
got me thinking the fuck i need to sleep for?