Misfit Money

Mm, damn, yeah
It's probably my favorite beat right now
Takes a lot of guts being a rapper
Could've been anything in life
I can't help but question it sometimes, you know
Just wish I could quiet my fucking thoughts

Okay we home for the night and the low life living
Hoe want the pipe, and the hoe might get it
"Is he for real?" I'm like "No, I'm kidding"
I be pouring out the Lite but never polite with it
Low life fitted
I'mma get it tatted on me, Token on my mental like I'm cheating on my women
Deep in the decision for the women or the rhythm I know that I got to spit it but I'm out here fucking
Hiding, hi-hiding
Ain't nobody find me, fi-find me
And I think I'm okay with that, I won't talk I know I'm gon' take it back
Make mistakes in the moment, moping like "yeah I know I'm gon' pay for that"
Smoking blowing this paper back
'Bout to crack another bottle when I see a homeless alcoholic keeling over
And her eyes are watering, she throws her vomit in a paper bag
I think yeah, that's when it hit me
Yeah, that's when it hit me
Blame it on the world around me when I be the one creating all the pain I have
I think yeah, that's when it hit me
Yeah, that's when it hit me
In the mental hospital trying to come to terms with how fucking insane I am
I think yeah, that's when it hit me
Yeah, that's when it hit me
If Jimmy Human not making music, why the fuck am I existing
I mean

Shout out Macklemore
Shout out Benji
R.I.P. Mac

On and on and on, until we winning
Y'all gon' doubt me now, I keep it moving
DMN 'til I die
Might just tat on my thigh
Playing these songs to get by
Pray to Lou in the sky
Might just tat when I die



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Writer(s): James Fasulo
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