i'm on the mutherfuckin metro
ain't got the dough to spend it on my homie
obis petrol cause this reefer that i pedal
going straight to instrumentals
if the reefer ain't enough put that coco in the kettle
i put the rock inside the pipe
mixing dark with the light
cause i'm so depressed i might just drink a pint of lean
all this dough i'm making i can't spend it on the finer things
ain't got no time for playing
grandma tell me go to church - i barely got the time for prayin'
i ain't seen my daddy since bill clinton was the president
spending every dollar at the club door entrances
i don't even leave with no bitches when i'm exiting
hopefully i leave with some digits from the networking
the last one quit via text message
hxly tribe i rep that shit
we gon multiply better bet that shit better bet that nigga with the bump by his lip
boutta bump a nigga out of the way when he spit
don't dare try to talk about my work ethic
see my name on the blogs when you search that shit
rap like a brown paper bag on a fifth
while yo hands on the tip cause you in public
rap like my hands on a gun pull the trigger
you better not say my name
flow minus 4 degrees with the windshield breeze
i'll catch a nigga slipping on the ice
i'm killing this game like i pulled out a shotty and bussed at my genesis
my pen is a pistol equip with a pint of that piss that will piss on your penmanship
then pistol whip you with 2 pistols
that's all for the love of j-dilla
n figures to buy me a couple chinchillas
i ain't tryna word for no minimum wage
i ain't tryna trap till i'm trapped in a cage
i ain't tryna word for no minimum wage
i ain't tryna trap till i'm trapped in a cage