If you really love me
Pay my overdraft in full
Keep my coffers full
I don’t care if it’s an 02 plate
I’ll drive around with you
Giving me an eyeful
So what’s this
All I see is a negative
Clouding up my vision
Getting stuck
With no exit
I’ve been busy
Draining savings
Driving myself
Up walls
Just to cave in
Letting pressures
Get the best
Of what I’m making
Getting the degree
Nothing less
Is what I’m chasing
Never on a roll
I just ingest cheap alcohol
Broke ass student life
Fun living without strife
I’ve been
Wondering
How I’ve got here
With a vision growing big
A death without the intent
Blood drawn without argument
Backstabbing without instruments
Life drift by, no consequence
I’ve second
Guessed myself
Of if I’m capable
And what I’m made of
Ideas and no funds
Loud voices and no lungs
Thoughts I can’t shake out my head
That me and my peers will meet ends
Run a cheque up when I wanna
Check my account, ain’t no commas
Where you at, I really need you
Where you at, I really need you
Run a cheque up when I wanna
Check my account, ain’t no commas
Where you at, I really need you
Where you at, I really need you
Oh fuck, the toll it takes
A full rotation
Do the rain dance
Wet the drought up
Fill my tanks
No trucks are needed
Not so depleted
Remember when
I did the training
Slim the waistline
Stopped that shit and
Packed the weight on
Felt defeated
Look again
I’m trying to squeeze in
I just felt the goals were sky high
Sometimes felt that God had left my side
Saw the serpents slide by where I lie
Wondered how I got out there alive
Why must I be so dramatic
I’ve got friends with coke habits
Seems I got the easy way out
Skim the fat and there'll be no doubt
I been broke as fuck
Down on, on my luck
Fuck elections, Donald Chump
Change til I run it up
Smith & Wesson, hit em up
Rob a bank, fill my tank
Fuck what a nigga think
I’m just tryna get my pockets straight