Lyrics:
On Sunday reading that verse
But the bills due on the first and 15th
Not to mention I get written up for Stupid stuff
So now the Cash rules Everything around
7:34 times to start another poor day
Filled with bunch of hopes and pretend like things are okay
He cannot walk around with a frowned face you know
and well aware of the facts
Watch us struggle to pay bills, while y'all evading Taxes
It's cold-blooded world giving chills to this beat
We know our history
kind
That it's not as hard to find
(ooh ooh...)
Now the bills are piling up like dishes in the sink
And getting by is tougher than anybody thinks
She sucking me and I told her baby dont rush
Expensive bill when I get on it so dont touch
Its a colosseum on my catalogue a whole chart
They done
planning all night
I know I been away but some day you gone see
Been thru many things It's ok it made a better me
Was stuck up in the rain prayed to God I
gotta make it out See I'm at the top, mom said look at my baby boy he did it
Got a crib in the hills, making these bills, living in the hills
Move my moms
welcom mat
ids cause were bringing cutst to the head
like the horse,am did
coming bold, feverish, both hot and cold
now I know that you're sick all up in
man did well, rules have to bend if plan b failed
Them boy they say they want smoke, we puff puff give and we hand them L's
All I'm saying, you
And though the rap world is ever crowded
If heaven allows it
I'll keep writing for the seven thousand
I know you're out there, I still get the emails
need a plug
You know that I'm hittin' up H
Back then it was two bill a month, now
It's clear to see I get paid
Are them pricks still chattin' my name
and you know that I'm from, the wicked
crew, act like you knew
Cause I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo, kick it
Wicked, rhymes, picket, signs
While
I come with my bricks
Give them the press and turn 1 into 6
Niggas talk 'bout the trap, that ain't nuttin' you did
Yeah we do shows and clubbing
every night
The moon hung low
But he stopped coming home
He stopped paying the bills
She had to move to this house
By the tracks down the hill
She'd
fifty an hour was all I earned
And Mom was workin' overtime, just tryna make things work
So every bill that came in the mail came with concern
I
been blinded by gimmicks and imagery
Remember Honey G?
Too much ego will kill your talent
I kept a few gallons
I'm great did you hear me stutter?
Go
how I make it switch
I was rapping like I'm broke
Now I'm rapping like I'm rich
Rolling back to back with tobacco you
Know that make a spliff
Inhale,
Yo, ya-ya-yo-yo
Cats ice grillin' me, fuck em' I buck 'em verbally
Lookin' for a reason as I'm breezing by security
With no one searching me, it's
rapping in braille
Tear open the veil, TorchLife is coming and we shaking up hell
Saved by the blood Im the bill of sale, death couldn't keep him
I'm
gotta wear the shoes
Go where daddy never did
Pray a blessing never miss
They don't know what pressure is
Call my friends and reminisce
Bout
many Hennessy
Don't stare at me, I just got rich and I ain't used to it
I'm stackin' on mil's so, I don't lose to it
I'm checkin' the bills against
but you can't
All hoes faint when they see the Jag paint
Let's make it crystal clear, Mag's the rookie of da year
By this time next year the whole world
pushing daisies up in your place
I'm an artist that won't be haunted
By a bunch a bills with dead men's face
Thoughts coherent when I'm determined
The dilsnick it will hit her ex pills
I can feel nigga best deals
You can get the steal
If you ill I'm concealed with a
Technina millameter by my side
God
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