[Verse 1: Tongel]
Hot kitchens, pop flipping, these cops snitching
My watch glistens, my mind is blank, blocked Visions
The plot thickens, cooking raps in Pac’s kitchen
Learned hard work pays so I stopped wishing
Clock’s ticking, but I’ve been in the lab
I remember being suspended from class
Picked up a pen and a pad
Started writing up these venomous tracks
They used to taking shots for sending them back
Straight from the trap
I came from the bottom, was born to be a problem
Learned the rules of life, but never once forgot em
My homies that been down to ride, they know I always got em
We’ve been waiting for the day the money falling like its autumn
Yeah I got em, uh spent long nights bagging the green
Driving round serving scavengin' fiends
Started writing down my thoughts on my baggage of dreams
Had the taste of being broke and took a stab at the cream
It’s time to scheme

[Hook: Carson Weekly]
If you just stop work at a job that you hate
Working minimum wage to get by (get high)
I never grew up rich, I was a screw up switch
Fuck stress, middle fingers to the sky
Motherfucker life’s hard when you broke
Got fam in the pen and you do what you can to get by (get high)
Oh yeah I grew up quick, I’ve been through too much shit
Fuck stress, middle fingers to the sky motherfucker
[Verse 2]
The track's vicious
I wack snitches with facts wrapped in passages
In my past I stash riches
In fact, my passion's to procrastinate
Until I'm passed out, clashing with cats who think they rap now
Oh yeah I get it the money seem to attract
I focus on staying positive, money seem to distract
It's funny because of money these dummies seem to attack
My money depriciating and somebody need to be slapped
Damn, I need a dollar
Sick of being followed by cops in undercover impalas
I'm tryna holler at a penthouse suite
Right now I'm living in a spot they rent out cheap I need to get out
Keep pedaling, keep settling my headache's with two Ls
And an Excedrin, keep slippin but I know I'm better than that
My last breath, see life in the past tense
Fuck stress, tryna live life where there's life left

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Lately everything I go through feels strange
All these groupies down to fuck me they don't even know my real name
I feel like dying once a day, man that's real pain
All this for a rapper, so fake, when I'm real man
Just because you know my first name, you don't know me
Don't tell me that you feel my pain, motherfucker show me
You can tell me that you hate me I don't give a fuck
I'm 'bout to split the Dutch, put the chronic in my lungs
Never satisfied when my fucking head hits the pillow
That's why I'm always putting marijuana in the 'rillo
Stuck up in the airport where the fuck is my flight
Wanna be high as a kite, I'm staying here for the night
Nothing anymore feel right, I've never felt more alive
Doing just to survive
Sometimes I just feel like dying
When I do, I get high, lighting my ears
Then tell me everything I've been dying to hear
[Hook]