Look, uh, I said Smoke one, rollin' up in this smoke one

Got it made, livin' in the shade Bad bitch wrote a lot of blunts

A lot of bread for this boy to speak Life hard, ain't nothin' cheap

Every day, new city, we smoke a pound like Gary Week

They hate to see what this kid doin' Labels feelin' this kid's movin'

They still talkin', they still losin' No deal yet, makin' moves, they still useless

Still debate that I been the realest, ain't nothin' left

2 -9, 2 -9 to my last breath My last breath, these niggas smoke dirt weed

Them niggas be coughin' and chokin' when they hit Kirkwood

No sticks, no cigs Them niggas be lyin', hard to believe

But I'm still 100, boy, I been 100 Couple P -rolled, I'ma face these shits

And a nigga get blunted, yeah, bitch

Alright, keep that

We see you watchin' I know you watchin'

The industry, y 'all ain't gonna keep on buyin'

But we keep vibin' And we see you hangin'

Yeah, I know you hangin'

But what the fuck you payin'?

This what I'm sayin', like, what the fuck you sayin'?

Things are hard, so they could be worse

This is hard, but this my motherfuckin' curse

This my curse, when you feelin' it like rice

But you always finish first

Tryna write another stupid verse

About real problems in real life

And if you feel this, I feel it twice

Cause I know when the devil come

Sure wanna do some dumb shit like fuck it all

Like fuck it all, God

Broken into million pieces

Still in pieces, better than your whole band

Hoes seein' Rome as a grown man

God, even, I'm just tryin' to find reasons

Life is just beyond me

But I see some things I keep behind me

And your dumb ass and focused ass

Imitate my whole unholy swag

Get a rate cause hoes don't know your ass

Not workin' hard for your goals

And my ass so bogus, ay

I inspire niggas' opus

Inquire that you will ever find

A nigga like me, no, it's not gonna happen, ay

I'm good at rappin' but

Better bein' captain for a team

You couldn't make the cut

Fuck the girl of your dreams

That she dreams of the way she nuts

Well, Wheeling, just give up

Sit ya down, don't get up, huh

Ay, Papa Rome said, where's your tool shed?

Let me fix ya, huh

I said, uh

Papa Rome said, where's your tool shed?

Let me fix ya

And the salsa sprite that makes ya

Ah!