This is not a wig, its fucking real
If it was a wig it would fucking come off right about now
I dyed 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, dont 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 cant hear nothing, Im gone for the day
Sure you can afford that? I get it
Lookin like a bum, only think Im 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 aint gettin
Boy, man up to the life you aint livin
Times, they get chiller, sometimes I forgive him
My minds on a rhythm, so dont 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 aint 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 aint never goin back to nickel dimin for some produce