King Statue of Limitations (1st & 15th)

You can't see my demise but did you tell me that you seen my disguise
Yes sir I'm alive
Kill Moe

I'm still broke on the first and fifteenth minimum wage at my birth
And ain't no wealth follow me
And it's easy to see I still got my disguise, I hope I survive
You know my money got to get back for better sho
Way back in Maryland I cut grass for better dough
You motherfuckers better, I still got my disguise, I hope I survive

I'm a king statue of limitations
Disguising faces and often times I'm racing a small hand on the clock
You know how Maryland rock, got to one up the next nigga on the knock
Got to move things get your head out the box
I got a mood swing it's a boon to the docks I got no
I got no lose change I'm a fool to the lies
And I'm still broke on the first and fifteenth
I'm tired of living from check to check I'm trying to accomplish my dreams
Kill Moe, what it is fo
You know why I faction why I do this what it is doe
I'm limited, imagine it limitless
A statue with penmanship and defining beginning is why I found you
Anything else I would've off myself or could've lost myself
Continue breathing never call for help
But I got what did you find
Self is a true line
What did you
What did you
What did you find

I'm still broke on the first and fifteenth minimum wage at my birth
And ain't no wealth follow me
And it's easy to see I still got my disguise, I hope I survive
You know my money got to get back for better sho
Way back in Maryland I cut grass for better dough
You motherfuckers better, I still got my disguise, I hope I survive

Fruits and labor, at twenty-two I'm moving to Decatur
But I got to move right and my credit score a new lie
Well do you want to know what goes behind closed doors
It's something never seen before
It's like a pills and potion, feel like I'm, feel like I'm running through the motions
Bitches, hoes, tricks, money
Bitches, hoes, tricks, money
Bitches
Bitches
Bitches, hoes, tricks, money
Bitches, hoes, tricks, money
Bitches, hoes, tricks, money
Bitches
Bitches
Bitches, hoes, tricks, money

I'm still broke on the first and fifteenth minimum wage at my birth
And ain't no wealth follow me
And it's easy to see I still got my disguise, I hope I survive
You know my money got to get back for better sho
Way back in Maryland I cut grass for better dough
You motherfuckers better, I still got my disguise, I hope I survive