[ Featuring Prxblvm ]
Woke up with some roaches in my ash tray
If they want smoke he can catch phrase any given day
Rest in peace tank I do a hunnid in the fast lane
I hadda pick myself up get my back straight
Half way there to homicidal on a bad day
Road rage get up out the way stuck in last place
Bitches tryna hate but they wouldn't last a day in this rat race
Lemme take a swing up in the bat cage
I gotta dolla in my pocket but I need another
Blind to these fake mothaf*ckas call me Stevie wonder
I gotta dolla in my pocket but I need another
I'm ten toes with this shit word to my brotha
Photoshopped astronauts
Deep within the camouflage
Lemme put my jacket on
Raps on the Macintosh
I don't know where I'm headed but you should tag along
Tell me what the f*ck yo favorite song out my catalog
Feel like I been waiting too long for this shit
Got my whole check gone cause it went to the rent
Shit my money spent before I even get it
I'll be running up a ticket we gon ride for that chicken
When I die I'll be leaving my music here forever
And just to make sure ima pay a little extra
Motha f*ck all the distributors and collectors
I'm only smoking top shelf I need the pressure
These bitches sick like a roach blunt
I do my own stunts
I ain't tryna show up
I ain't tryna grow up
Bitch I'm bouta throw up
Tryna get my dough up
I just had a breakthrough baby I just woke up
Blue Collar baby 7 days out the week
Rise and shine with the grind cause my mind never sleeps
Who put this shit in motion don't lie to me
I don't wanna participate in your society
Money make the world spin just like a bey blade
Everybody moving in a hurry on the payday
Watch watchu say mane this could be yo last day
Gang gang poppin on the map like a flash bang
Leave yo shit split guts out like a cigarillo
I be gettin high all the time cause I been low
I am not tryna get involved wit your info
I just had my balls in the jaws of a nympho
Haven't figured out the concept to the project
To be honest I been too humble with this hot shit
Nonsense they don't get the half of what I spit
Maybe I should start my songs off with a bomb threat
Make sure there's a MP3 player in my coffin
Or an iPod full of all the songs that I did
To my show dead friends what I said on the album
Bringing every mixtape with me to the other side
