Me got no Time for a Middle Life Crisis
A woe is me pity party is divisive
The artist always pays the prices
Trying to stream money back on all your devices
I’m on stage so I prove this
Why I come from far distances in a Buick
Steady on the road always looking for a crowd
And a stage, and a mic, and a glass, and some loud
And a spot on the side where I can put my merch table
Step into my office let me show you how I’m able
To go from coast to coast just like I’m Syndicated
Reputation precedes me the radio demonstrates it
Trying to bless the mic so much that my nose is running
Try to make it to the top like I smoke in London
Continue spend my life overcoming
Having a good time while I rhyme & your shoulders humping
Me got no time for a middle life crisis
A woe is me pity party is divisive
Not just repeat just a reiteration
Hear it in your spirit bars of indoctrination
North Caribbean with a boot sound
South Louisiana I’m from the B-Town
Where tobacco & the red dot ain’t the only fire things
But the good ol boy system is present in everything
We have things that we changing on the West End
Envision Da Berry bringing the new trend
New hope, care, New hospitality
Brown Sugar sweeting up community
I’m more than a messenger, you can be one too
Whatever is your calling that’s totally up to you
So woe is me step away cause I’m on a life arch
As my second score takes over the ides of March
Plus two