I got my back against the wall
Once again, I’ve been cornered
Smoke that roach from my ash tray from the other day and down this last Corona that I scrape for
Gotta make more, gotta get mine
Cuz when I get time, I’mma get shine and clear my runway
And wait til I get signed, stretch my wings and fly
Do what I gotta do to get by
See the world through my third eye
Would answer the things I worry ’bout
At the end of days, bills to pay
If it’s a white man’s world, am I still a slave
To the minimum wage?
Keep words minimal, subliminal, y’all won’t make it anyway
Out the traps they set follow them tracks they left to the White House
And tell Oprah Winfrey I don’t need no chicken
Bitches gonna turn my lights out
On a daily basis,
piece of American Pie They cut me, I can barely taste it
But I know it ain’t ’bout shit cuz my grandma ain’t make it
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