Al Bundy

Two kids like Al Bundy, I count money
One daughter, one son, Peggy, look out honey
One hand in my pants, tryna relax after work
But I'm expected to run the ship like I'm Captain Kirk
Trying to expand our parameters, y'all are amateurs
My family is on the caliber of a bunch of Gallagher's
Joe G on the beat, I'm a freak on a leash
Four speed on the streets, feel like I'm Keanu Reeves
I'm married with children, have to be very resilient
Sharing my winnings, it's not like I'll be buried with millions
An addictive personality, I carry my burdens
Always sharing my worries, they'll probably bury my jersey
Before they hang it and they ain't getting the old me
I'll teach my kids you don't get a participation trophy
Twins on the floor, they are on the carpet playing
Quarantined inside, the outside world full of anarchy and mayhem
My eyes are stuck on the television, I'm hella pissed and
I mean be real, you can tell who is and tell who isn't
They say the games for sale, you rent it
Size you up, I kick game for sale, wait a minute

Keep rolling til the wheels fall off
Keep rolling til the wheels fall off
We keep rolling til the wheels fall off
Keep rolling til the wheels fall off

Y'all don't got no work
We run like a motor
Globe on our shoulders

Man I be feelin like, every time I fall back
Y'all confusing dormant, with doormat
And' think it's yall turn to have the ball back
Realm to realm murkin the Gods nigga I'm on that
I swing the necrosword, God Butcher the all black
Still whatever level I'm spittin is where the bar's at
Tell whoever in pole position this is the carjack
An epinephrine injection for rappers looking lethargic
This for steel toe boots, Carhartt jackets and hard hats
Y'all bottle pop Similac, don't get the big head, like you from Remulak
Fuck 'round have to narfle the Garthok
Still the gatekeeper, no locals leaving the tarmac
Matter fact, yall fall back, I want the ball back
The second I step back on the field I got it all back
This shit is like riding a bike, climbing the rafters
Get my jersey back down so I can write my 9th chapter
Same baller only difference now I stretch first and ice after
Sand could not pass through this hour glass faster
I be crying but the way I let it out sound like laughter
I re energize from the blood of these neophyte rappers
I'm bout to sink my teeth in again, I might have ta

Y'all don't got no work
We run like a motor
Globe on our shoulders

It's times where I be blinded by the twilight, analyzing my life
Like how I'm pushing 40 and high school was the highlight
Opportunities are finite, been denied the limelight,
I miss the freedom of the high life, and when my night life was
Ride like Peloton, pop up with a pair of parabellums drawn
A reckless stare and your cerebellum's gone
How I got a family and still wish this what the hell I's on
It's complicated, take a walk in my shoes, I'll sell ya some