Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Wall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Paul Slayton
Songwriter
T. Elpadaro
Songwriter
Travis Barker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Barker
Producer
Kevin Bivona
Engineer
James Ingram at Opra Music, Los Angeles, CA
Mixing Engineer
James Ingram
Mixing Engineer
Texty
[Verse 1]
I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed at all
Go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
Still got these bills to pay and a family, I'm workin' hard
But I got a life too so I throw on my shoes and I live it, y'all
[Verse 2]
I'm fresher than a peppermint and cold as a cough
When I pull up in the foreign and I break boys off
Super ballin' is a product of a hard-knock life
No more ramen noodles, bread, no more struggle and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated my Mob Figaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade, drinkin' Zima
I'm a schemer, you just waitin' on your check from FEMA
Been evadin' a subpoena to appear in court
A different hustle every season like I'm playin' a sport
Life is too short, wouldn't you agree?
See, the best time I ever had in my life was free
My best friend wasn't real, he came with a fee
Reduced time for your sentence come with a plea
Livin' in the free world and I'm blessed
Paper chasin' is my quest, I grind with no rest
[Verse 3]
I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed at all
Go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
Still got these bills to pay and a family, I'm workin' hard
But I got a life too so I throw on my shoes and I live it, y'all
[Verse 4]
I'm not a actor, a role model with soul or clapper
I work hard, a good gangsta ****, blow a stack up
Time still movin' and shit, stay on the grind, it's just excuses
Girls lookin' at you, you useless (Excuses, man, word?)
When everything is wrong it look like it'll fall
I'm on the job, feet first with direction and all (I got you, I got you)
I like coca and then gotta come home and stroke her
Take time, clean my rims and go loc' her
Just wanna lay up, damn, I need two minutes to rest
Go 'head and take the Lex' out, scram
Then it's beef in the jump off 'cause I needed one off
It's like you drew your gun on me in a gun-off
Shit won't change so move with it (Move with it, man)
This is my life, I'm only livin' it so don't go and ruin it (I ain't ruinin' yours)
Words from a legend, keep your dome up in the sky
Listen to Paul Wall and Chef Fly (Get high)
[Verse 5]
I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed at all
Go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
Still got these bills to pay and a family, I'm workin' hard
But I got a life too so I throw on my shoes and I live it, y'all
[Verse 6]
Dear, Mr. President, have you seen FEMA?
Have you seen the Lower 9th Ward post-Katrina?
**** scufflin', tryna find something tangible
The MPs is treatin' all the youth like animals
Then wonder why the cops gettin' rocked like Mosley
While **** on the TV in the spot like cozy
Now Houston got a problem, Atlanta got a problem
Dallas, Alabama and Miami got a problem
**** wildin' out, livin' free, yellin', sovereign
.38 revolvin', crack rock ballin', tats on they face that say
Uptown New Orleans, blastin' on sight, fuck fightin', fuck arguin'
Meanwhile boatloads of cash go to Israel, soldiers in Iraq
Pray for a miracle, Sam Cooke said that change was comin'
If not you can bet your ass danger's comin'
[Verse 7]
I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed at all
Go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
Still got these bills to pay and a family, I'm workin' hard
But I got a life too so I throw on my shoes and I live it, y'all
Written by: Corey Woods, Paul Slayton, T. Elpadaro, Travis Barker