Cooking With Gas

This is not a wig, it's fucking real If it was a wig it would fucking come off right about now I died it black, you like my shirt? It says Mt Vernon, cus thats where i actually live. HOMETOWN ] How in the fuck are you 'bout to say the way that we do it is not the way? No don't you sweat it, you not in the way Nothing you do can put an end to my day Cashed as fuck, in my bed I lay Look at the ceiling and fade away Stressin' and checkin' on me for a blessin' But I can't hear nothing, I'm gone for the day Sure you can afford that? I get it Lookin' like a bum, only think I'm holdin' pennies Pull out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't gettin' Boy man up to the life you ain't livin ' [?], sometimes I forgive him, my minds on a rhythm, so get the fuck up when I see you Loose neck, cotton chains bangin' off my body soundin' like a dog walkin' Razor barkin' if you by me, let the scotch light blind 'em, let the switch restyle 'em I ain't never goin' back to what I did back in Howell Old bones, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes 1-800-DEADBOY if they need to hit my phone Estate sell ogles, on the finger make me hopeful We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce