daily livin

Hold up wait a minute watch out for the fuzz

when you hear the bird call you better dip quick cuz

rhymin like im ridin high up on dubs

I can sell you some too if you're lookin for drugs

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Get it hot in the pot

Now Im laying like a rug.

New whip or new bitch Im always up in it.

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

 

Street dealin skin peelin man Im way to fucking white

This grit is what im feeling but I aint got a light

Always doin something wrong I aint livin right

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

I said the skiy is the limit? Shit im flying up in it

and if money wont make me happy then why the fuck im grinnin?

did too many drugs dilating my third eye

im flying through the ground and im running through the sky

 

If stories went on scales I'd have a lot to sell

but they dont so I wont so Im still selling yell

the weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

and this candy gets me cheddar im the markets top supplier

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Its like im shittin bricks I got the square white turds

Im not a backpacker who keeps it strictly lyrical

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal