Bills

Time sure costs a lot when you're not broke
Don't let the profits stop because the clock won't
I'm up in my residual, hustling like a criminal
Too much on my plate but my cupboards and the fridge is full
The shit you pull to make a dollar these days
Struggle til they raise your hourly wage and chasing lottery games
Save a bit, spend the rest on junk
Pay some debts, take what's left and make it stretch all month
But legend's never been one to blame it on another
And I'd rather die hunting than to wait around for supper
Plus I'm just a step away from laying in the gutter
So empty out your pockets, I ain't playing motherfucker
I got bills

He just came home and said he wasn't going back
Owed his baby-mothers both a stack, told 'em that
He was staying legit, and he would pay in a bit
But he'd need about a week, cuz they keep changing his shifts
He used to wake up and flip and make 500 more
They became accustomed to the way that life was before
It wasn't like they was poor, but the luxuries stopped so
It doesn't take much til the custody talks grow
Broke and on parole, meant he won't get his kids
So he drove to where his old dealer lives
Told him open the safe, this 38 will blow a hole in your ribs
And I'd hate to have to kill you but you know what it is
I got bills

I knew this young chick Trish, she was one fit bitch
26 inch waist, 41 inch hips
She'd post pics bent over saying "come hit this"
And have her inbox flooded full of sprung nitwits
Like 'What up?', 'Where you at?' 'You got Ass for days'
Then she'd check each status page after page
Disregarded all the lower wage cats her age
And kept the married and engaged upper class in range
They would meet up for drinks, she'd ask the guy what he likes
Get a room, get undressed, give him the time of his life
The next morning, sends a pic lying beside him and types
20 thou or you're about to say good bye to your wife
I got bills