Everyday Shit

Living like I'm living isn't doing me no favors ay

Drop my binder on the street that mean I'm on a paper chase

Baby girl trippin so she left me do I feel a way

That's a blanket statement. Fuck that sheet I rest my pillow case

Mind on my money and my money on my mind

I was raised in the rich and that's probably were I'll die

Cousin Arnold finna hit me up so we can take a ride

Hit the Crib play some games drink some henny and get high

Stuff it roll it light it take a puff and then I sigh

Talk about How life is hard but everyday I try

Tell him this year I'll really quit my nine to five

This the only life I get and I just wanna feel alive