Se7en Dollars

Seven dollars in my pocket Feel free to make a deposit I'll never ask ya Can't trade my pride for a profit Make the money, spend the money That's the way it go Yeah I'm talking out of my noggin In the hood they call me Robin nigga If something don't change right now, real quick Might have to start robbin' niggas Broke as f*ck, ramen cups Taco Bell, in a nut - shell My ass in the cut, Hell I been sorta stuck Right in the middle of juggling work vs. juggling nuts Mama she pray for me Daddy he pay for me Long as I give him whatever he want So you know I give him whatever he want This is a flex Swimming in debt that shit up to my neck Why life gotta be so complex Why life always like where's the check Where's respect Who holding the cards Like where's the deck I know my emotions well I been going steady with Upset Boy I'm a star (Woo) Pushing the car (Woo) I'm going home I know, I know Nigga, I'll see you tomorrow (Bye C.) Adios, calicos, on my toes, so it goes I feel like Kurt with no cat in the cradle No ice on my wrist and no contact with labels The f*ck with a label, I told him I hate em I don't really hate em, but I don't like dating I'm treating my men like my money I like em direct and I like when they waiting Back in the basement, I cover my bases I'm running home like something is chasing I pick up the pace and I think that I'm placing I pick up my phone and I'm late on payments again Seven dollars in my pocket Feel free to make a deposit I'll never ask ya Can't trade my pride for a profit Make the money, spend the money That's the way it go Yeah I'm talking out of my noggin In the hood they call me Robin nigga If something don't change right now, real quick Might have to start robbin' niggas Back in the day Learned to eat pasta in seventy ways Rent and electric and gas is delayed Told myself poverty was just a phase I'm dead in the middle of two generations I'm little Joe and a man all at once Tryna make money to help out my momma I pocket the paper I go and skip lunch I hit the bank I wanna withdraw Think about guns that I keep in the car Know I got none Just like my funds If I started scheming could have em tomorrow But think about bro Think about sis I can not feed em with cuffs on my wrist So I started scamming The money was landing But then I got hit with that cease and desist But what you gonna do Gotta go and get it from another avenue Damn, that's true So I sold for a few Flipped bags in the booth In the past in my youth Near a Dunkin' drive thru Now I'm back in the booth and the cash past due But I gotta a bad bitch and the girl come thru If I get bag half as fat as that baddie's ass Then you know we cool That's a whole ass mood Like, seven dollars Don't need Prada Snack wraps and a couple bottles And I bust down a freak like I'm Petey Pablo And I keep to the creed like I beat Apollo I'm a product of Bino, Mac Miller, Jermain, The pain is the same, it don't go away But Forte ain't broke like he back in the days But bitch I been back to my ways with Seven dollars in my pocket Feel free to make a deposit I'll never ask ya Can't trade my pride for a profit Make the money, spend the money That's the way it go Yeah I'm talking out of my noggin In the hood they call me Robin nigga If something don't change right now, real quick Might have to start robbin' robbin' Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go