We've been stressing over all this money

We've been stressing over all this money

Money

Money

Spent this month's rent paying last month's rent

Disappointing momma cuz there's no discipline

We gon flip a pack, look mama that's a plan!

Mama this tree! Mama this a plant

Smoking everyday just to blow away the pains boy I blow away the pain like a hurricane, come again

Eat good, but I'm living in the Hunger Games

Sleep good, cuz I'm used to the stomach pains

Father, forgive me, for feeling, like my life, is too much to fix

I got some friends with a spliff

I got a bitch with the shits

I got a phone bill that's due on the 5th, yeah

(And I got credit to fix), yeah

(And I got debt in this bitch), yeah

(But I got music to make, I know the music gon save us)

Can't get a whip cuz a whip take a job

Can't get a job cuz a job need a whip

Praying for a miracle, I know it's kind of difficult

God I'm feeling broke and it's stronger than the physical

Broke in my mental, broke in my spiritual

Probably die broke if a **** wasn't lyrical

Tryna feed the family, am I asking too much?

Ain't supposed to covet but a little would be clutch like, aye

We've been stressing over all this money

Aye, bro you got that money for the gas tank?

Aye, let me hold a dollar for the dollar menu?

Aye, dreams of living life in the fast lane?

Aye, but them bill collectors always bothering you

Aye, everywhere I go man it seems strange

Aye, people see the money, but don't see change

Aye, maybe we just focused on the wrong things

Aye, grown man killing over gold chains

Aye, know fame really don't mean all things

Aye, gon' change, struggle is a strong thing

When you broke you feel in trouble when the phone ring

Aye, no shame, buzzin like a coke can

Broke tape, crack like it's cocaine

Feeling like this music is a dope thing

Tryna make it here, like it's Rogaine

Tryna make it clear, fuck a Colgate

Papa had them good hands, call a **** All-State

Used to get in trouble putting sugar in the corn flakes

Broke days, sharing all the soap days

Now I think we gon be OK

And my mama still call a ****

I know I need to call her back

I know that money's temporary

So I'm passive like a quarter-back