What You're Use To
What you use to is dead
This is life over death
Health over wealth
Priceless stress
In the casket, he slept
Credit declined
Fetish for swine
Metal inserted in his mind
The shadows got bodies
Guns left in those lobbies
Scratching prints off was a hobby
This office you can't lobby
Those steps you can't rocky
Beating brokenness with a receipt
Or skating off
With your ice like hockey
These mice probably
Got a little cheese
Bet he won't cheat me
Again it
Cost nothing to die for free
Enquirer wants to know
How I load these magazines
Is so sick your gonna need vaccines
Or watch it on the big screen
Bussing licks since fifteen
By all means get your greens
I'm a man of means
Just got back from quarantine
Rover was forest green
Or collard green
Now I got the Benz the color of hate
My own mother knows your fate
So fuck you and the magistrate
After death, there's nothing to debate
Something special happens when I wake
They missing you, crying at your wake
These niggas is fake I'm up early before the jakes
Cold-hearted now with a hot plate
Half my life went into saying fuck snakes
Now the other half is saying fuck snakes
No cut rate
They can't afford the price let them hydrate
They shouldn't be in here like an inmate
These units still measure my growth rate
She gets it all when she dictates
Now all the set up niggas do is fixate
Don't let me aim at your breastplate
King you gone be checkmate
And I just made it back to home plate
Never stagnate
Clumsy but I never drop weight
The devil comes to cultivate
This is life over death
Health over wealth
Priceless stress
In the casket, he slept
Credit declined
Fetish for swine
Metal inserted in his mind
The shadows got bodies
Guns left in those lobbies
Scratching prints off was a hobby
This office you can't lobby
Those steps you can't rocky
Beating brokenness with a receipt
Or skating off
With your ice like hockey
These mice probably
Got a little cheese
Bet he won't cheat me
Again it
Cost nothing to die for free
Enquirer wants to know
How I load these magazines
Is so sick your gonna need vaccines
Or watch it on the big screen
Bussing licks since fifteen
By all means get your greens
I'm a man of means
Just got back from quarantine
Rover was forest green
Or collard green
Now I got the Benz the color of hate
My own mother knows your fate
So fuck you and the magistrate
After death, there's nothing to debate
Something special happens when I wake
They missing you, crying at your wake
These niggas is fake I'm up early before the jakes
Cold-hearted now with a hot plate
Half my life went into saying fuck snakes
Now the other half is saying fuck snakes
No cut rate
They can't afford the price let them hydrate
They shouldn't be in here like an inmate
These units still measure my growth rate
She gets it all when she dictates
Now all the set up niggas do is fixate
Don't let me aim at your breastplate
King you gone be checkmate
And I just made it back to home plate
Never stagnate
Clumsy but I never drop weight
The devil comes to cultivate
Credits
Writer(s): Croesus Ecelugich
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