Honest Livin'
East coast born Fed Way raised
All those years was fake
And now i live in realer days
Can't afford real estate job can't afford to be late
Lost a lil faith in God now these daemons demonstrate
Fell in luv wit my music lyrics take me on a date
Wit this ink that i spilled out this fuckin papermaker
Break swisher boxes down like Crash Bandicoot break crate
Then proceed what i need
Consume weed and lose weight
And im tryna make a honest living
They try to take me all for what i got
I try to make a honest living
They try to take me all for what i got
Try to make a honest living
They try to take you all for what you got
Try to make a honest living
They gonna take it
How much do it take
To realize who is fake
Like Lil Wayne I'm on my grind and i don't really skate
For Pete's sake it's Steelakejake
The same dude who used to make them Kush brownies
Out his lil sisters Easy-Bake
Yo i done seen some broke down
Low downtown crackheads it sound weird
But the only way they come up they crack heads
Wit that said i done seen some rich niggas in LV
Flip crystals it's gymnastics what they tell me
But I'm somewhere in between some know what i mean
It's like being a orphan of a king and a queen
Coming from greatness but don't really know it
I'm tryna make moves and I'm not tryna blow it
Like a bizomb or something of that nature
Got to get my cake up without paying a baker
Ball like the two four Laker
Celebration reservation
Got to rock steady cause not everything confetti
In the Faddy
And I'm tryna make a honest living
They try to take me all for what i got
I try to make a honest living
They try to take me all for what i got
Try to make a honest living
They try to take you all for what you got
Try to make a honest living
They gonna take it
They trying to take me all for what i got
I'm tryna make a honest living
Either die or keep living sometimes a hard decision
I make cuts like an incision
I just stunt and push the vision
I'm everything that everybody isn't
We everywhere that you could never visit
The vocab and diction why we're distant and different
I'm one of the crew you one of the bitches
You run of the mill we one in a million
Money in the ceiling money on the road
I got to get it
If it's money in the duffle bag
Then Uncle Sam can't get a pension
I handle work like a hustler pitching
My bro on the stove who gone do the dishes
Push 8 no 401K no pension for pimping
They try to take it out my pocket before i get it
That's why i hate these fuckin rappers
All about a gimmick
And why i keep one middle finger up to all the critics
All those years was fake
And now i live in realer days
Can't afford real estate job can't afford to be late
Lost a lil faith in God now these daemons demonstrate
Fell in luv wit my music lyrics take me on a date
Wit this ink that i spilled out this fuckin papermaker
Break swisher boxes down like Crash Bandicoot break crate
Then proceed what i need
Consume weed and lose weight
And im tryna make a honest living
They try to take me all for what i got
I try to make a honest living
They try to take me all for what i got
Try to make a honest living
They try to take you all for what you got
Try to make a honest living
They gonna take it
How much do it take
To realize who is fake
Like Lil Wayne I'm on my grind and i don't really skate
For Pete's sake it's Steelakejake
The same dude who used to make them Kush brownies
Out his lil sisters Easy-Bake
Yo i done seen some broke down
Low downtown crackheads it sound weird
But the only way they come up they crack heads
Wit that said i done seen some rich niggas in LV
Flip crystals it's gymnastics what they tell me
But I'm somewhere in between some know what i mean
It's like being a orphan of a king and a queen
Coming from greatness but don't really know it
I'm tryna make moves and I'm not tryna blow it
Like a bizomb or something of that nature
Got to get my cake up without paying a baker
Ball like the two four Laker
Celebration reservation
Got to rock steady cause not everything confetti
In the Faddy
And I'm tryna make a honest living
They try to take me all for what i got
I try to make a honest living
They try to take me all for what i got
Try to make a honest living
They try to take you all for what you got
Try to make a honest living
They gonna take it
They trying to take me all for what i got
I'm tryna make a honest living
Either die or keep living sometimes a hard decision
I make cuts like an incision
I just stunt and push the vision
I'm everything that everybody isn't
We everywhere that you could never visit
The vocab and diction why we're distant and different
I'm one of the crew you one of the bitches
You run of the mill we one in a million
Money in the ceiling money on the road
I got to get it
If it's money in the duffle bag
Then Uncle Sam can't get a pension
I handle work like a hustler pitching
My bro on the stove who gone do the dishes
Push 8 no 401K no pension for pimping
They try to take it out my pocket before i get it
That's why i hate these fuckin rappers
All about a gimmick
And why i keep one middle finger up to all the critics
Credits
Writer(s): Tyreese Jackson
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