Proper

I got tired of the days When I used to get dressed look proper (Look proper) Clock in for my shift For an hour only make nine dollars (Make nine dollars) Break a God damn sweat To barely pay my bills why bother (Why bother aye) Had to tell em' suck my dick I'ma these hits, get an offer Stamps overflowing in my passport Bitch, I don't miss, I'm hittin' half courts Swish, I aint gotta use the backboard Hit six fig's told myself I gotta stack more Used to have spray paint all up in the Jansport These days I'm just tryna hit a fat tour See I always get mine you can have yours too Ditched the Ramen, cus' I have more food Dude, I do this shit easily All these venues want a piece of me Cus' my flow so rare like a piece of meat But, you can't book me, unless there's a fee (Sheesh) I always got trees on me (Please) I always got a drink on me (Jeeze) I'm always on my mother fuckin' grind See I'm what the game's missin' They needed me I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I got tired of the days When I used to get dressed look proper (Look proper) Clock in for my shift For an hour only make nine dollars (Make nine dollars) Break a God damn sweat To barely pay my bills why bother (Why bother aye) Had to tell em' suck my dick I'ma these hits, get an offer I told my mama trust me (Told my mama trust me) I know shit can get ugly (Shit can get ugly) Give me a God damn year We gon' be celebratin' poppin' that bubbly I told my mama trust me (Trust me) I know shit can get ugly (Shit can get ugly) Give me a God damn year We gon' be celebratin' poppin' that bubbly Club used to press me to see I.D. Now I'm walkin' in on the VIP I hit the sound check and then later on Bitches right up on stage screamin', aye papi I'm nice and they know that Gotta rock throwback Blunt lookin' so fat (Sheesh) If that ass lookin' so fat Gotta bring the hoe back I'm like homegirl please See, I'm a lyricist always been furious Known to be serious, but Once I heard this shit man You know I had to get silly On this dope ass beat Beast-mode activated L-Rich, JD, and we back to basics They hear the knew sound they like That's my favorite Lemme give you a lil' second to get acclimated I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I drink my drink, I'm sippin' slow I got tired of the days When I used to get dressed look proper (Look proper) Clock in for my shift For an hour only make nine dollars (Make nine dollars) Break a God damn sweat To barely pay my bills why bother (Why bother aye) Had to tell em' suck my dick I'ma these hits, get an offer I told my mama trust me (Told my mama trust me) I know shit can get ugly (Shit can get ugly) Give me a God damn year We gon' be celebratin' poppin' that bubbly I told my mama trust me (Trust me) I know shit can get ugly (Shit can get ugly) Give me a God damn year We gon' be celebratin' poppin' that bubbly