'89

Lord, don't move the mountain
Give me strength to climb
Lord
Oh shit!
Uh (what, what)
Oh! (what, what)
Uh (Oh!)
Uh (So don't blame me if I)
Women come and go (Hustle like I'm broke, broke)
Niggas up die
Money over hoes (Cause all my life I've been broke, broke)
Brothers over pride
They gon' throw shade when they see a nigga shine
Throw dirt upon my name 'til they bury me alive

Uh, Okay
Live, Live
All the way live
Had to walk to work cause a nigga couldn't drive
Clock in at eleven, I don't get a break 'til five
And I've been pissed ever since I wrecked my eighty-nine
Listen (Shh)
A couple months ago, all kosher
I was in the U-Haul smelling like Irish roses
Moved out of my pops crib, made my momma nauseous
Was sick of all the nonsense
Had to hit the back roads and slow the speed down
Bumping College Dropout (Nigga, slow the speed down!)
Don't need nothing to fall out
I got all of my belongings in the back of this truck
But so little stuff, won't even reach the back of the truck
Now I'm huffing and I'm puffing 'til I blow this whole joint down
Ironic, hoping the pigs don't lock up the wolf
So I'm keeping an eye out like Fetty Wap
For them petty cops
Thinking, "I bet he cops Doja; let me pull him over"
But this is only just the beginning
Getting out of this wretched house is just the first step of winning
So I giggity, giddy up and run the pedal to the metal
Riding rowdy like a rebel
Hoping I don't get in trouble
Cause the bass still knocking
Rhymes still popping
Feds still watching
Ain't nobody going to stop him, though
And if you think you can
You can suck on my penis
The last thing I need right now is an inconvenience but

Women come and go
Niggas up and die
Money over hoes
Brothers over pride
They gon' throw shade when they see a nigga shine
Throw dirt upon my name 'til they bury me alive
Live, Live
All the way live
Had to walk to work cause a nigga couldn't drive
Clock in at eleven, I don't get a break 'til five
And I've been pissed ever since I wrecked my eighty-nine

Oh no!
That kid need to wake up
Yo, bro!
You finally be late, Bruh
You know you don't get paid enough to be laid up
You need to hit seventy-five south and then skate, bruv
I need to start sleeping earlier in the evening
So I don't rush out and be mad at the time I'm leaving
Complaining on the way that I'm hungry and haven't eaten
So, hop in the coupe
Fire up my leaf and regroup
Now we zoom
Hundred on the dash; Ain't going that fast
Playing that "What's The Move", speaker on full blast
Fallin' below a quarter tank
Damn it, I need gas
But there ain't no braking 'til we make it there
I swear cause the glare off the clock said I'll be late
I bet not
Little did I know when I hit the exit, a wet spot
Threw me for a loop and threw me
In the next lane
With a first-class ticket on the next hydroplane
Crash landing in a ditch
Looking over my shoulder, there's a boulder closing in
Shit! I'm just trying to get older
My mind spinning, hoping I don't get pinned or rollover
It wasn't 'til the chaos stopped I received closure
Opened my eyes, realized the eighty-nine is totaled
And two weeks after moving out?
This shit is bogus!
The police on the scene was like, "shit happens"
And I'm like, "Yea, but shit keeps always happening to me!"
Fuck! (Fuck! Fuck this shit, nigga)
Nigga, I swear

Women come and go
Niggas up and die
Money over hoes
Brothers over pride
They gon' throw shade when they see a nigga shine
Throw dirt upon my name 'til they bury me alive
Live, Live
All the way live
Had to walk to work cause a nigga couldn't drive
Clock in at eleven, I don't get a break 'til five
And I've been pissed ever since I wrecked my eighty-nine

There it is
Yea, there it is
There it was (What, What)
Life's a Wreck (What, What)
So don't blame me if I
Hustle like I'm broke, broke
Cause all my life I've been broke, broke
I'm MISFIT if you didn't know, know
Headed straight to the top