Eye Phone (feat. L.M.K.)

They say money can't make you happy Bullshit Shit They must be crazy You go to work on Friday and get your check Aren't you happy? Show up on Friday, they don't have your check See how happy you be then You would lose your mind What you mean you don't have my check? You'd go crazy You need that check That's why you get upset man They say the average American Is one check away from being homeless That's scary Cause they lie to your face When they say that its fun Cause they run From the cops when they come A game of duck duck and lose your son Or worse Watch him grow up and become a bum or something I don't know We were just chums in the summer Now I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a hummer Ay guey You say you lost your way now that's a bummer Go ahead and find a new path If you can't another I go together with the beat like peanut butter You just jelly When a Smucker Fuck her Then pass her with my brothers Got to kill a new beat You just found another You got a first class seat Ride with me and find a come up Clean money, going to put you out of business Pissing on the top of the world Got my britches Fist up Morals skewed, I need a bishop Consistent dead children Looking like Bisquick Run away I got two for the price of one Call your sons up They women in need of mass destruction I'm over all these Bitches yapping at me like Maltisse Your girl nuts But she looking to suck I tell her swallow these Look homie please Don't let the envy get you Look deep within Find the peace in every issue The mirror looking big too Symptoms of a sick dude The difference is Who stays ruffled And who sits through Feeling shit ain't easy Just don't grab the pistol Feeling like I'm Eazy-E Flowing breezy In the ice, who sees me? Too cold to be reached, he's Victim of an ugly world But so is everybody Put one in the air For the loved ones who ain't there Feeling stunned cause I ain't expect to get no hate glares Tripping over blank stares Need a different wayfare Pain and death it ain't fair We need to find our way here Seen a couple news flicks About people shooting sticks Shit give me flashbacks Shit, they killed my dude and its Giving me a shitty mind state That New York state of mind state That maybe I should raise the crime rate I need to find place Hold up I need to find grace No more wine poured up Shit, there's a sign for the new iphone up And you know I pulled up Temporary relief I need So Please take my money please