A Timeless Interlude
If
There's
A million ways to die
There must be a billion other ways to survive
Whether you accept the hard truth
Or give in to the soft lies
I ain't fuckin with these niggas like apartheid
We too far apart
Like ya mama, boy i'm bout tired
Of havin to beat the shit out of niggas with rhymes
Quick jabs in my verses
The hook'll turn your day to nighttime
I'm sippin Henny man i'm feelin mighty fine
Got a shordy she a dime
Drinkin all of the bottles of wine
Pinot to Sauvignon
That's Cabernet
To Chardonnay
Downin the Merlot to Pinot Grigio to the Sauvignon Blanc
She actin like she want my dick in her lungs
Just ask and I could put it in the back or the front
While i'm baggin it up
I'm servin all the cluckers at lunch
I'm makin dollar bills
I gotta hunch
I know the time is comin
I still need it in a bunch
Sellin product to singles
You woulda thought I had the Midas touch
I was bustin tables
Servin my manager a dub
That was extra payment
A lil plug with the weed he bought for himself
It's amazing
But if you down bad
You sellin ya gun and you hasty
Of course
With a reason you must leave all the others behind
Carryin dead weight
Only wastin your time
The most valuable thing that you got
So don't waste it up on the corner
And take your hands out of the pot
There's
A million ways to die
There must be a billion other ways to survive
Whether you accept the hard truth
Or give in to the soft lies
I ain't fuckin with these niggas like apartheid
We too far apart
Like ya mama, boy i'm bout tired
Of havin to beat the shit out of niggas with rhymes
Quick jabs in my verses
The hook'll turn your day to nighttime
I'm sippin Henny man i'm feelin mighty fine
Got a shordy she a dime
Drinkin all of the bottles of wine
Pinot to Sauvignon
That's Cabernet
To Chardonnay
Downin the Merlot to Pinot Grigio to the Sauvignon Blanc
She actin like she want my dick in her lungs
Just ask and I could put it in the back or the front
While i'm baggin it up
I'm servin all the cluckers at lunch
I'm makin dollar bills
I gotta hunch
I know the time is comin
I still need it in a bunch
Sellin product to singles
You woulda thought I had the Midas touch
I was bustin tables
Servin my manager a dub
That was extra payment
A lil plug with the weed he bought for himself
It's amazing
But if you down bad
You sellin ya gun and you hasty
Of course
With a reason you must leave all the others behind
Carryin dead weight
Only wastin your time
The most valuable thing that you got
So don't waste it up on the corner
And take your hands out of the pot
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Jaffa
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