Ft. Killa Kyleon

I been up three days

%#@!'s absurd,
Man, all this %#@!'s absurd
Shot lil' homie,

Got his face to the curve
Pull up at the liquor store,
Still tryna get served

Run my way, %#@!'s sweet(?)
We ain't get desert
Ride, want my piece of the pie

And an extra slice
Hood and a piece of the pie
Tryna sell it twice

And a set of dice
I'm tryna bid it out
I got this piece, cause there's no peace

I got to sit it out
My fish work a t the bank like zivaka(?)
Can't get rid of us

Independent like me
Illest with no signats
Started out with thug lyrics

I'm $#&@ed up from drugs and bad business, bro
Thank God I wouldn't paint my head rhytm(?)
Cause I love fast cars and

Lust after faster women
Something of a slogan, keep pushing your
Pants to the limit

Same time, it's money,
These ^!$$%s don't last a minute
[Hook]

I'm just a product of this fast life
Clientella, building product, got my game right
Cause being broke, that's in my past life

Last night could have been my last night
I do whatever just to eat, ^!$$%
Go hard, I barely sleep, ^!$$%

No mercy for a weak ^!$$%
Lord have mercy for a street ^!$$%
Hood ^!$$% tryna make it out

Till the Reaper sleep ya,
Other people come and take your hat
These hard times got me stressing

Sipping, smoking pot
This why I'm focused on some ways
So I can shake the spot

Motor block so I can make it rock
Time, money's on my shoes,
Lays tryna race a clock

I'm young (???) on a paper chase
I'm afraid I'm in these streets tryna make a plate
Money talk I comprehend, that's what I'm stuck on

You ain't bout the same thang, get the $#&@ on
Smoking thromp while my pockets getting their buss on
I'm chopper @@#!ing for haters plotting tryna get their tough on

Cause when you in the front, you gotta watch your back
Even your side, I'm just talking facts
One eye open when I sleep, ^!$$%

I'm just a paranoid street ^!$$%
[Hook]