XLR8 Lyrics

Niggas sneak dissin'

I'm like, "Oh my god"

You should get a job

In between a rock and a hard place

I been there before, I swear it'll be okay

So many bad hoes, and they all know my name

So many bags, I gotta sit back, I gotta think

I'll put the fam in the crib of their dreams before a Cuban link

Sometimes I get sad, I watch the rain as it accumulates

When I get me an Omnitrix, I might turn to XLR8

Then I'll get me a Daytona and really accelerate

I could still see snakes, I remember I was young eating celery

Boy, you could be great, why slave in a office for salary?

Wonder how many niggas gon' burn themselves out like Bellamy

Are you not sick and tired?

I pray to God he protect me from all these bitches lyin'

Are you not sick and tired?

Are you not sick and tired?

Niggas sneak dissin'

I'm like, "Oh my god"

You should get a job

In between a rock and a hard place

I been there before, I swear it'll be okay

So many bad hoes, and they all know my name

So many bags, I gotta sit back, I gotta think

I'll put the fam in the crib of their dreams before a Cuban link

Sometimes I get sad, I watch the rain as it accumulates

When I get me an Omnitrix, I might turn to XLR8

Then I'll get me a Daytona and really accelerate

I could still see snakes, I remember I was young eating celery

Boy, you could be great, why slave in a office for salary?

Wonder how many niggas gon' burn themselves out like Bellamy

Are you not sick and tired?