Yo I wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings Yo I wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings Head to works, I get some breakfast 'cause, still a nigga yawning From the night before, at the club I was up I'm tryna live Only twenty two my nig, 'bout to be twenty three ya dig?
Yo I wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings Head to works, I get some breakfast 'cause, still a nigga yawning From the night before, at the club I was up I'm tryna live Only twenty two my nig, 'bout to be twenty three ya dig? Time don't wait for none of us that's why I gotta chase my dreams Make my momma proud so she can show off all her pearly teeth And be half the man my dad was, I thank God he was in my life I realize how many Either I, need to make this music work or move from the Earth I'm preachin' fire, need a choir, 'bout to take you all to church My congregation bombed the nation with this HIP HOP We in the race to fame, blowin' pass the PIT STOPS I heard the prize was some chicks and a WRIST WATCH And all you gotta do is go to jail or GET SHOT Yeah Nick cop but he ain't never get popped How we gonna get pop fans? Give 'em a quick shot Now I get ya chick hot with my wrist watch Yeah shorty drip drop when it tick tock It's kinda sick huh? Ay Jay, put it in the heart of Pickering And tell them niggas this is NICK'S SPOT They don't keep it fresh enough I got it zip locked Saran wrap, anthrax, it make ya sick huh I'm hot as fire wanna put me out with piss huh
It ain't as easy as it looks, we go through some shit You cut us a check, then we go through some hits Then you show us respect, then we'll say you legit And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM
I'm tryna get that cash, then watch how tall it grows Soon as we get the ass, we start callin' 'em hos The concept you don't grasp, I'm guessin' you too old And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM
Ayo I stay up every evening, write that shit that they believe in DJs run it, they approach me, and it's praise I be receiving From the night befo', at the club, fake I.D. my record spins Got me dancin' right outside since these niggas won't let me in Well guess again, slip around the back and get it crackin' And all the bottles wrapped in cellophane Hundred grand, Nickle F, that nigga's the next to win Virgina go rep for him, and Memphis represent for me To the tenth 10 degree, Tennekey, T Dot to the country ya'll Orangemen and White Haven, an back up north to Montreal I ain't ashamed, my city ain't on the map Light that fire, realize they ain't born to rap Pass the torch and sell they soul Maybe they can bring they career back But these niggas right here ain't tryna hear that Cause I'm on set, make it work, break even on 9 to 5's Cigarettes and lotto tickets, tryna keep that grind alive All my uncles, they hit the casino when they get they check My cousins, they paint they to get respect This can't be life, dominoes and dro and twenty stacks
Rest In Peace to SKUMMY this reality not funny rap! You think it's funny till these youngings suck a bunny Pull the jack rabbit out and get to screamin' where the money at?!
It ain't as easy as it looks, we go through some shit You cut us a check, then we go through some hits Then you show us respect, then we'll say you legit And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM
I'm tryna get that cash, then watch how tall it grows Soon as we get the ass, we start callin' 'em hos The concept you don't grasp, I'm guessin' you too old And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM
