I hustle till the sun come down, sun rise I wake up//
Back in the day my life was f**ked and it was hard to make up//
But I fought through the daze (days), and I got shit submitted//
My air force ones, jeans, and my new york fitted// (YEP!)
I buy money, know wat i mean??? I bring cash flow//
Only time you crash the audience is in a comedy show//
Mannn...I'm chilling in the weather, but I can't tell the forecast//
Cuz I'm getting a little hungry to death to rhyme, i still cant fasstttttt// (ouch)
