How in the fuck are you 'bout to say the way that we do it is not the way? No don't you sweat it, you not in the way Nothing you do can put an end to my day Cashed as fuck, in my bed I lay Look at the ceiling and fade away Stressing and checking on me for a blessing But I can't hear nothing, I'm gone for the day Sure you can afford that? I get it Looking like a bum, only think I'm holding pennies Pull out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't getting Boy man up to the life you ain't living sometimes I forgive him, my minds on a rhythm, so get the fuck up when I see you Loose neck, cotton chains bangin' off my body soundin' like a dog walkin' Razor barking if you by me, let the scotch light blind them, let the switch restyle them I ain't never going back to what I did back in Howell Old bones, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes 1-800-DEADBOY if they need to hit my phone Estate sell ogles, on the finger make me hopeful We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce