Quitting (feat. Latrell James)

You know, living in New York

I used to write a lot of songs on the train

Like-

Like, to and from work

In-between interning

And my part-time jobs

That's-

That's the only time I really had

I've been working

All damn day

For about like

Two weeks straight

My boss is a

Fucking bitch

Matter fact

You can tell that ho I fucking quit!

I just got a dollar for a raise

What the fuck is this?

I can make more money on the train

Doing fucking flips

Barely got enough to go on break

Eat some fucking chips

And you always wonder why I'm late

For my fucking shift

I don't smile enough, I know

My shirt's never tucked, I know

You should write me up, I don't

Give a fuck about emails, about retail

When I'm not at work and I'm not clocked in

You can spare me them details

Don't care about your point of sale

I'ma be a rapper

Gi-Give me a year and I'ma be on, be on

See the the sign, yeah, neon, neon

Don't believe me, ****, don't believe me

So many people I'ma shit and pee on

Folding shirts is not my dream

I don't know who you were kiddin'

How 'bout you suck my dick?

Call that my new position

I swear

So I used to work retail, and-

I mean that shit fucking sucked

But, uh...

You'd have all these people

Move to New York to chase all their dreams

And they get so caught up and just

Settle for like some management position

But me

I always thought, "Fuck that"

I-I-I-I was searching for

A place that I can go, I can go

Place where I ain't got to feel no

Pain no more, pain no more

Hit the red eye in the morning

DK know, DK know

Leave that stressful shit behind

And save your soul, save your soul

Hope I don't run out of memories

Play Metal Gear Solid for hours, left animal crackers on couches

Spilt ketchup all over my outfit

We live for directed deposits

I hope I don't run out of Hennessy, 'cause the liquor eliminates problems

Drink 'til I'm numb and the past is forgotten

Swim in my thoughts, and

I drown out my conscience 'til I'm out of options

I'm second-guessing all my actions

Waiting for something better really happen

Steady giving out that good

You know the universe a magnet

Tried to organize the madness, only lead to more reactions

Only lead to my distractions

Only lead to my disaster

This exactly what happened, oh boy

Man, I thought my world ended

When she told us 'bout her sickness

Start to question my existence

I was praying for remission

But what kind of example

Would she be setting for her children?

Man, I wouldn't have my momma

If she ever thought of quitting

Glad she didn't