(Chorus)

We just trynna maintain

Keep the ship afloat

Been so worried bout the heat forgot my winter coat

How I blow a small fortune ain't got shit to show

Might invest my lil money in a brick of blow

And If my dream don't work out then im Robbin ****

Ain't no metaphor for that im really Robbin ****

Doris Payne, David Blane you naked as the strippers

Fill the bag up to the top you'd think I had tippers

(Verse 1)

I don't have shit accomplished im an ad lib-er

Mad **** never had a bag but I had temper

Skin almost Color Purple never had Mister

Hands butter soft why they want me have blister

Damn why I need degree ain't got no funds for that

Sometimes I can't live with me so how my girl do that

Still can't find work on La Brea so somebody need a prayer

Gunshots need more than a Bayer **** run me that

Nerd looking skin clean ain't got a drawing on it

Treat a target like a canvas and im drawing on it

Carl call me everyday preaching that hard work

Its hard times in Century City finna steal a purse

In box seats all I can think bout is im born cursed

Bisket never limp man who the fuck is Fred Durst

And if violence out the question I need answers

I just got a message ballers at The Standard

(Chorus)

We just trynna maintain

Keep the ship afloat

Been so worried bout the heat forgot my winter coat

How I blow a small fortune ain't got shit to show

Might invest my lil money in a brick of blow

And If my dream don't work out then im Robbin ****

Ain't no metaphor for that im really Robbin ****

Doris Payne, David Blane you naked as the strippers

Fill the bag up to the top you'd think I had tippers

(Verse 2)

What would a desperate man do to avoid the can for his fam

Keeping his ribs from touching like gravy next to ya ham

Assistance outta the question man fuck the state and they hand

I dont want a million dollars I just need me bout a grand

Expecting **** to live off the land, my eyes scan, for a victim

The under is 0 dawg it’s a pick em

The hunger is pokin I gotta stick em

The fuck,pistol wit crowd control it’ll lift them

Up

And if he living right he’ll get it back double

Ran in Rif in Lil Tokyo causing big trouble

Slapping kids for they parents hard earned cash

Smile for cameras cause you know my lil instagram need a splash

Brash,Money avoiding me I need vindication

Mash, I need long term like syndication

Passn is a must to justify the years I’m facing

Dawg Id rather be on trial than hardly makin

Dare mans come try me if he feel I’m faking

We ain’t asking for shit watch how ya jewelry get taken

Cuz if my songs don’t sell soon I’ll become an abrasion

Sorta rough round the horns but turning full fledged satan

Dancing in ill custody

Shoulda went the black college route you know Tuskegee

25 stickin up low brow and uppity

Play with me I’ll give dead homies some company

Ugh