All I do is work and play, tryna find a place to stay, tryna find some food today
But shit is real hard, okay?
Homie got the light sauce spray, ain't it?
You don't wanna see all my bad days, ain't it?
You don't wanna see what I gotta say, ain't it?
You don't wanna see my boys, man, they ain't friendly
Triple A, send the lights, send them all down
Triple A, send the lights, send them all down
It ain't my birthday yet, and I'm actin' like a bitch
Screamin' motherfucker on set like I'm Tupac
Ain't got no ice on me yet, still feelin' how I dress
So it's Dickies and I got these hoes from Walmart
It ain't my birthday yet, and I'm actin' like a bitch
Screamin' motherfucker on set like I'm Tupac
Ain't got no ice on me yet, still feelin' how I dress
So it's Dickies and I got these hoes from Walmart
I just saw my P .O., he like me though
Clean money, tryna stay up out the streets though
Seven days a week though, it's that heat though
My daddy called me, said he seen my last video
Lookin' at a young me, coulda had a heat stroke
In the middle of the summer with my Negroes
Cool cups and snow cones, smokin' till the ozone
Smokin' till it's all gone, smokin' till my folks come
Triple X, send the lights, send them all down
Runnin' out of time again
Runnin' out of time again
Runnin' out of time again
Runnin' out of time again
Runnin' out of time again
Runnin' out of time again
