IT PAYS THE BILLS

Baby, listen to me, no, no, no, listen to me I tell her calm down, we aint really got the green but I'm on now Psychic teller told me its in my palms now, and they itchy as a bitch I oochie wally in the mix, I'm feeling like a walking lick If I could rob me of my talent, I would pull up with a stick And rob me out my fucking mind like baby this is mine now Who's mans is this, f*ck around and find out When in doubt take you favorite rapper, throw 'em out Set 'em free, like me I need a trip overseas Im too busy tryna hit notes in the scale of C I need sail boats by the coast and a little breeze Im too busy tryna find the chords that the song needs They thing they can run like us Baby we gon' run this shit up They thing they can run like us Baby we gon' run this shit up From a world of mathematics and trap addicts Bad habits, acid on tablets, mad rabbits with big baggage, ducking badges The life is lavish, baby, you just need to balance I just seek relief and I proceed to move in silence Forward to the maximum, band wagon cheap now but if they wait that mean we taxing em Atl wuz hannenin', drop that shit then back it in Family we is tapping in , took a trip down south, I figured it out and now I'm back again Battlin' through this life feels like a labyrinth, I need me a stone or like a javelin Family when we get on you know we tapping in They thing they can run like us Baby we gon' run this shit up They thing they can run like us Baby we gon' run this shit up