Cycle

It's 7

Fucking up and late again
Running laps to get it started
Got thirty minutes to get out
Got thirty minutes to get up
Got thirty minutes to get this fucking day started

It's 8

Running up and late again
Speeding swerving dodging traffic
Speeding swerving driving panicked
Manic with the sliding car
Racing time and racing all

It's 9

I'm barely arriving
An hour thirty behind them
An hour thirty of slacking
An hour thirty you high huh
An hour thirty of driving
Where you been man
Never mind that you lying
I see you lying

It's 10

The brow sweat starts to drip
Running round working fast
It's hard work working with a friend
Never see an end to the daily day that he's living in

It's 11

Phone starts blowing up
Feigns calling up
Hey how you doing homie
Dawg tell me what the fuck you want
Pause
I'm at work son

It's 12

On the grind
Steady thinking bout that overtime
Not this but the grind
That I'm steady doing over night
Rhyme after rhyme so sharp
You could cut a slice from Gods own verse pie
Never suicide

It's 1

He's got the block lined up
Work hard three jobs
Carpets installed
Install bars
Install uncut cuts in the cut
Whatcha think
He's a natural born hustler

It's 2

He calls the homies up yup
Not the one that call him plug
But the main dawgs up
Yup
Busting jokes acting up
Only with an hour left
Tell what we doing once it hits three

It's 3

The line leader with the ether
Stomachs growling
I don't fill her
Gotta fucking focus flaunting flowing focal phrases
Fucking raping ever rapper thinking he's the fucking greatest

It's 4

Spitting speaking priceless sentences
You think of thoughts to start appraising
Every rapper thinks that he's real fucking amazing



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Reyes
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