Lyrics:
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
ain't right
They don't walk by faith man they walk by sight
They die by the knife 'cause they live by the sword
They don't give a damn about filling up
need) (What y'all need)
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
It's some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit)
Five in the morning on the corner
Another morning, you are on my mind,
Takin' up my time through all the day.
I try control, every chance I see,
Always you with me, that's in my
side
Your side
Your side
Now I have you bound and gagged
You know you can't get away
And the knife is penetrating
I think you'll be dead by morning
By
just P-IE
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
Quarter past five
A late ride in the early morning
Was I even alive?
Did my inhibitions disappear?
Lost, lost boy is
Gone, gone by nine
Touch
the Knife?
(Verse 2)
There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river don'tcha know
Where a cement bag's just a-drooppin' on down
Oh, that cement is just, it's
home
I'm drooling in her bed, so it feels like my own
When the morning comes, I don't want to know
It's a quarter to six, I should be sleeping or gone
to go
Well you could spend the night with me
There will be no guarantee that I'll be here
In the morning
Or any time that you call
I hear you
the glory
No hand to hands
might be a hornet
Can't crash out
I got insurance
Just another day
Make it to the morning
I'm counting up
He tried to short me
In
imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no telling what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
Catching up with a friend of mine
And by a quarter past 11, it’s like I died and went to heaven
By now that preacher’s probably preaching
While I’m fishin’
Shines the loudest
That nation's epochs stand the proudest
Built by those they would not have known
Had they stayed home
Come placid blue and morning air,
A spy in the house!
Pistol in my pocket, knife in my hand
Need to find my contact, don't know the land
I reach the safe house and hit the shower
Sunday?
An while we're at it throw in every other day to start
I know people make promises all the time
Then they turn right around and break them
Knife was it hurt nowhere to find
Underneath
Vulnerable to you be (stop me again)
Go it we hear it again (headphones get good)
Contact me in to eyes
Quarter brick sold
Now it's back to dah house
Street lights on
Time nah bring nat choppa out
4:30 inna morning
Time nah kick them bitches out
6 O's by dah
Morning light on the skylight of a little shop on the door
On the odor of cheap wine in the sailor's quarter
On the fountain sobbing in the police
still hanging, pretend to be fighting
With no gun or no knife
Hungry for the best place in heaven
You are blinded by truth
Information is a distraction
15
I used to go to school w/ a sub
Keep da money nice & neat for da plug
But it's still dirty
It's almost 4 in as morning
But it's still early
Babymoms
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still
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