Nintendo 64
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
(Bitch)
I grew up on the back of the beast
I could take over let the ameture speak
Half of us driven when we actually see
Other half strapped that's the passenger seat
Soon as we grow up
Don't get your hopes up
Its a cold world out there (YA)
Reaching ten toes up
If you only throw up
Don't bring that bullshit round' here (YA)
Ferris on his day off
Wanna quit my day job
Really want a taste of shit that they pray for
Pray to the gods and the mobs and your moms and her pops not a stopwatch, don't jump in a drop top,
Hop on the block no hopscotch, hot dogs, hot days, talk shop, goodbye to that
Adios to the summer
The winter, your mom in the kitchen
Whippin' your dinner
While you on your PS2 hands of a winner
I cannot see it through, pass to a sinner
Cast the depression, it happens to get ya'
Last with your sister and laugh with your niggas
The bag that is drippin'
I had to go get it
I had to leave a lot of my friends in my pictures
I regret, all of the time that i missed em'
I guess that's the catch, when u caught with cash gettin' richer
I'm afraid it gets harder, y'all to--
Recall all the nostalgia, ULTRA
I'd break a leg to get dollars, harm the--
Pessimist who don't follow, further
I'm afraid it gets harder, y'all to--
Recall all the nostalgia, ULTRA
I'd break a leg to get dollars, harm the--
Pessimist who don't follow, further!
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
I'm afraid it gets harder, y'all to--
Recall all the nostalgia, ULTRA
I'd break a leg to get dollars, harm the--
Pessimist who don't follow, further
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
(Bitch)
I grew up on the back of the beast
I could take over let the ameture speak
Half of us driven when we actually see
Other half strapped that's the passenger seat
Soon as we grow up
Don't get your hopes up
Its a cold world out there (YA)
Reaching ten toes up
If you only throw up
Don't bring that bullshit round' here (YA)
Ferris on his day off
Wanna quit my day job
Really want a taste of shit that they pray for
Pray to the gods and the mobs and your moms and her pops not a stopwatch, don't jump in a drop top,
Hop on the block no hopscotch, hot dogs, hot days, talk shop, goodbye to that
Adios to the summer
The winter, your mom in the kitchen
Whippin' your dinner
While you on your PS2 hands of a winner
I cannot see it through, pass to a sinner
Cast the depression, it happens to get ya'
Last with your sister and laugh with your niggas
The bag that is drippin'
I had to go get it
I had to leave a lot of my friends in my pictures
I regret, all of the time that i missed em'
I guess that's the catch, when u caught with cash gettin' richer
I'm afraid it gets harder, y'all to--
Recall all the nostalgia, ULTRA
I'd break a leg to get dollars, harm the--
Pessimist who don't follow, further
I'm afraid it gets harder, y'all to--
Recall all the nostalgia, ULTRA
I'd break a leg to get dollars, harm the--
Pessimist who don't follow, further!
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
I'm afraid it gets harder, y'all to--
Recall all the nostalgia, ULTRA
I'd break a leg to get dollars, harm the--
Pessimist who don't follow, further
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
I'm done with this broke life, making my own damn mills
I'd run till' my souls fly, taking my own damn deals
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Writer(s): Daskiren Naidoo
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