Payday
• Written by MysCracker
You find me at the top, life's no longer rough
Putting a dot at the bottom of the page of this success manifest I plot
I'm esquirely dressed
I'm entirely above
The one and only prove that a man on a mission can't be stopped
When I pull up out front, you see the SUV on dubs
I'm rolling deep, indeed influenced by the hood
I feel success even more than failure, it's like a game of chess
20 inch spinners, like a 21 in a game of black
Lucky number like on the etiquette on my bottle of Jack
I got shut up, was down, got back up, about to make it out
So hate me now I suggest
So I can prove y'all wrong
Spit some rhymes, split some lines, get on my cruise and I'm gone
Now I'm riding in my Range Rover, the world on my shoulders
Is nothing, moreover I'm exploding with the energy of a Supernova
Same hood, straight outa Phoenix, Arizona
Whiskey and soda, taking over
Looking in the mirror, I see the same soldier
My highly developed intellect brought me the cash
That brought me all my fancy things
My watch, my kicks, my premium headphones
My Cadillac, my rims, 22 inch made of pure chrome
My phone, my home, my necklace with them stones
And that's what I bought with my first paycheck alone
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MysCracker
Member since January 8 2015