Alex Lustig - Unreleased lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, I haven't wrote a song in a while, I guess I've been down Guess I didn't have the energy to pick a pen up sh**, I barely have the energy to crack smiles K-Mars Smoking gas Similar to back in the cla**, I was barely gonna pa** With a flask full of Jack and a book full of raps And an ear full of laughs Similar to back when I barely had some money for the gas Asked pops if I could borrow the car today Someone asked me to be on a song today And they said I could do a couple shows with 'em If I help 'em sell a couple tickets at the mall today But, ay, I know you want to see me keep a job Keep school first, blah-blah-blah But all I got is this one shot and I'm takin' it to the top If I don't got to load up another box in this pansy truck f** that cause next year the rent'll be up, f** that And my bank is empty, bruh, f** that The world tryin' to set me up, f** that So I bounce back like jumpin' jacks Take a pill and see how my lungs react And I don't give a f** if it k**s the brain Because reality itself is k**in' me, man [Hook] So I need a ounce of weed and a house for me Everyday when I wake up A hippie b**h with no makeup who loves to f** and roll Js up Fat a** and lil' A-cups, you know just what I'm sayin', cous' [Verse 2] And I'm like, 'f** fifteen minutes, I'm tryin' to live infinite' I don't got a big yacht, my legacy's all I got So I call three b**hes and my dealer on the same cell 'Til I pull up to the (something) Place Hotel Felt like I had maids in the room Girl'll clean the dust off the surface like brooms sh**, you know I got to start my day off wit' a shot Cheese, eggs in the middle of the pot Throw a little leather on the wrist 'Bout four rings on the fist, b**h, why I need a watch? And it's always my time Even back before the young man got signed Even back before the mixtapes got heard I was in the streets, f** being online And if you want turn up, we can turn up like a motherf**er I paid fifty for a shot like, 'f** it' Small price when you keep it one hun'ed Shootin' dice on the red carpet, gettin' blunted Never change for the public, y'all are disgustin' Look at me courtside next to Kate Upton Look at me pourin' five cups of White Russian Speakin' of which, b**h, I just came through customs And speakin' of wits, I been dreamin' that this do redeem All those years I was treated like sh** To receive the awards that my peers seem to get Received a convertible top on this whip b**h, I feel like Fif', time to get rich or die tryin' Tired of heatin' grilled cheese up on my iron It's time to get three hoes or more, 'Frankie' Lymon The weed man could call it good timin' [Hook] Cause I need a ounce of weed and a house for me Everyday when I wake up, b**h I need some Hennessy and a house for me Everyday when I wake up