Lyrics:
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
I grind too much
I done put in way more than 40 hours in a week,
And I'm jus 18
Think I grind too much I Think I grind too much
I could make $2000
disposable trailer trash?
This the problem that my generation has
60 hour weeks barely makin' cash
Look at the price of livin' gettin' raped by Sam!
Land
Mmm
I do this every week
I do this in my sleep
Workin' up an appetite that makes you wanna eat
I do this every week
I do this in my sleep
Workin'
it inside
Every week FRAN¢Style Friday just fills me with pride
'Cause I body beats better than whose song it is
That goes for J. Cole, Drake, Kendrick
That I can waste $40 on popcorn and soda
I'm not satisfied
Wasted the best years of my life
Now I'm getting old
All that for a dollar raise
And 70 hours
soul, I'm livin' by the code of a samurai
And if I never analyze my life, what kind of man am I?
Niggaz talk tough, 'til the Canons start flashin', they
but his right hand scuba dived
Don't die by a sword that you used to shine
You can drown for your king, you don't know about Ophelia
Cah we got iron,
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two
the pocket filthy
Then, I quit livin' illegal
Get the long guap from stocks and realty
Feel me? Ill steeze nothin' corny, ho
You spit poorly
Got bags for forty
Yeah yeah
Everything was all good just a week ago
Or maybe couple years ago
Seasons change, ain’t no tellin’ where the fuckin’ leaves’ll go
Trees’ll
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
peace a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
For a struggle
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
Trippin' flippin' this is how we stick it to ya
It's all good in th'hood
This is our life
Mc shermos, alabama three ooh
I'm so sick
Why not when I'm feeling like a winner
Call me Dillon Brooks
But wait I actually deliver
Let me know when you drop 40
By then I'll be pushin' 40
Maybe
count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!)
[Chorus]
Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito
We're gonna have a real good time
Been workin' sixty hours this week workin' overtime
So there's no way that I'm gonna stay in tonight
Oh, no, we never
deep man I came here alone
By myself like im selling these shows
Get the real one don't settle for clones
Never lackin I stay with the pole
Someone
one of my best pieces of fiction
And it's called I'll be getting by
And I'll make ends meet does the forty hour week have you bent at the knees
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin')
Birdman got tired of gettin' called the fuck out
Finally paid Wayne
minutes, hours, days
Weeks, months and years
Man I reckon that it's power fuckin' freaks, blunts and beers
That ain't what I'm supposed to be, pimp life
the room
Coffee right after I shower
Silent the noise for an hour
Manifestation is power
Exhaling some of the flower
I got the hardest for ours
Amg turn me
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