Hook
I don't wanna be homeless
Stuck in the MOMA
Stuck in the moment
Shit is so morbid

Listen to torment
Call me a soundboy
And it gets so worse
N***a, hop in the convoy
Live in the moment
If a n***a get hit by a 300 wheeler my whole life is over


Verse
Over
Suddenly sober
In my life, I am only reggie's chauffeur
N***a's so morbid
Living in storage
Either that or had to scrap in the forest
Plenty of years, you was looking for beats
Fucker, while I was out looking for heat
Who in this world do you want me to be?

Straining my octaves just to reach the key to my house if my spouse finding out that we homeless
Nothing but murder up in the aroma
Starving, my children weeping on my shoulders
Crime is not only keeping my composure
It's feeding us
Meter feeder for the mallon
Stop attacking me, my talents is gonna work
You a bitch in a mini skirt

Playing billiards
Only handful of people that I wanna sleep with
Made me a whore to some priestess
"lady killer," lay it down for the weekend
Maybe my style is only my weakness
Been fucking for miles, I'm muling and keeping
The dope in my penis or pussy, I' reaping
I'm everyone, son
I'ma die for the digits