Lyrics:
out in Arizona
I'm the last of a dying breed
Feds lurking good luck tryna find me
Selling work Fucc filling out a time sheet
I'm from the streets Name
Yeah
I'm sick of this shit
Can't live like this
I gotta work
I gotta make sure I'm locked in
I gotta work
I gotta make it with this pen
Cause all I
to have a family business in sheet metal or power tools,
It wants to have a diner where the coffee tastes like diesel fuel,
And it wants to find
my net
Worth off a sweatshirt
Expert, I let the TECs work, your neck chirp
Been a devil, bench press metal
I'm doin' chest work
One of the deepest, see
Ya'll treated my style like Satanic Panic
Ya'll treated my style like Reefer Madness
Now you copy my work
Like Gringos in Spanish
Class Yaasss Queen we
No cards for keys in places like this
Cold metal slips in my sweating palms
Open on a dusty room, an untold history
Witness to everything
Later in
pockets filled, Debbie songs
Sirens for my hunger, won't be feigning long
Corner store, storing rations for the heat
Arizona, Brisk tea and Corona's for my
Love's the greatest game we can playgirl
So go ahead and punch that line a real blow
Feeling all the work we've been putting in
Playing in the sheets
to defeat competition
Like an athlete sitting down on ass
Welcome to class now have a seat
Let's see if you can pass this rap sheet without having to cheat
wassup
Got the Arizona in a double cup
Racing to the bag like a Nigga finna win the piston cup
No giving up
I ain't switching up
He cut throat going for
Uh huh
Believe dat
Tell em girl
Believe dat
Got a bitch in the back
Got a hoe in the front
Got work in the back
And got more in the front
It
Me-I got erotic needs
Lil honey all about her work
Said she really aim to please
Told that bitch just dance for me
She said that I don't dance for free
Well I heard the news gonna lose my job at the water treatment facility
And they're shutting things down across town at the sheet metal factory
Then
The way you move
There is no replacing you
We can’t work it out no no
We can’t work it out no no
I can’t see you with
Nobody but me
We can’t work it
mentality
Bricks on top of squares on the bed, we work for God figure salary
Got the dope stench stuck in the walls, Dior goggles
Win a bag of dope,
sheets, sleet and rain
Blow east against the grain, I walk the bloody hills, barefoot in the rain
Stained twenty-four hours, two to finish this joint
of hundred dollar bills, no more dating girls
Who smoke on them pills, that helped me to double my thrills, the city never sleeps
Forget the bed sheets
move
Lemme see if real or some show ya I know what to do
Baby classy real classy but in them sheets get Cardi nasty
A angel and a demon she a put a hex
Now I ain't ever ever sell work
But a nigga do work though
I ain't ever ever sip dirty but I've done a little dirt though
I ain't ever claim I was
It said, "You cut off 'Heavy Metal' and now you must die!"
Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was
Broke outside my drawers and screamed, "So long,
or a coke
Flipped the TV off, and then I almost choked
When I heard this awful voice comin from behind
It said, ";You cut off 'Heavy Metal' and now you
car
As she drove us to a location
She had chosen
This turned into
My moving into
Her space
Her apartment was bigger
She said
And it was closer to work
car
As she drove us to a location
She had chosen
This turned into
My moving into
Her space
Her apartment was bigger
She said
And it was closer to work
bitch!)
Eh, well supposedly
Nothing more noble than those days
Arizona Iced Tea baby, had the low fade
Zay had the Four Lokos
And the cigarette smoke
Traded
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