Thinking about a brighter day
Instead of trying to find a way
Ima just smoke my day away
Want to erase my life away
I try to be blunt, but youre still confused
Already told you once, I dont need you anymore
Ive never seen you guys sell anything
Ive never heard you on the radio
How in the fuck do you expect to sell me or to tell me to pay rent?
The rent is fifteen-hundred dollars a month, okay, boys?
Youre not making half of that
I dont wanna see you anywhere around here
I dont wanna see your trash try to talk to me about how youre, oh, rappers, oh, we make all this money, oh, blah blah
Yeah, get the fuck out of here, okay?