Sodium
This is not a wig, it's fuckin' real
If it was a wig, it would fuckin' come off right about now (yeah)
I dyed it black, you like my shirt?
It says Mt. Vernon, 'cause that's where-, because that's where I actually live (hometown)
How in the fuck are you 'bout to say
The way that we do it is not the way?
No, don't you sweat it, you not in the way
Nothin' you do can put an end to my day
Cashed as fuck, on my bed, I lay
Look at the ceilin' and fade away
Stressin' and checkin' on me for a blessin'
But I can't hear nothin', I'm gone for the day
Sure you can afford that? I get it
Lookin' like a bum, only think I'm holdin' pennies
Pull out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute
Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it
Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't gettin'
Boy, man up to the life you ain't livin'
Times, they get chiller, sometimes I forgive him
My mind's on a rhythm, so don't fuck up when I see you
Loose-knit, cotton chains bangin' off my body soundin' like a dog walkin'
Razor barkin' if you by me, let the scotch light blind 'em, let the switch restyle 'em
I ain't never goin' back to what I did back in Howell
Old BONES, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes
1-800-Deadboy if they need to hit my phone
Estate sell, ogles on the finger make me hopeful
We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce
If it was a wig, it would fuckin' come off right about now (yeah)
I dyed it black, you like my shirt?
It says Mt. Vernon, 'cause that's where-, because that's where I actually live (hometown)
How in the fuck are you 'bout to say
The way that we do it is not the way?
No, don't you sweat it, you not in the way
Nothin' you do can put an end to my day
Cashed as fuck, on my bed, I lay
Look at the ceilin' and fade away
Stressin' and checkin' on me for a blessin'
But I can't hear nothin', I'm gone for the day
Sure you can afford that? I get it
Lookin' like a bum, only think I'm holdin' pennies
Pull out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute
Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it
Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't gettin'
Boy, man up to the life you ain't livin'
Times, they get chiller, sometimes I forgive him
My mind's on a rhythm, so don't fuck up when I see you
Loose-knit, cotton chains bangin' off my body soundin' like a dog walkin'
Razor barkin' if you by me, let the scotch light blind 'em, let the switch restyle 'em
I ain't never goin' back to what I did back in Howell
Old BONES, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes
1-800-Deadboy if they need to hit my phone
Estate sell, ogles on the finger make me hopeful
We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor
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