[verse 1 mc goldenboy]
What a day
Covered in a dame on another sons arm bone
To leg Looked great
Hey, look, yo, why she got a date when I first
Scoped her, Gold can't catch a break
Even pro sculptors couldn't get her frame
Right Plus the way light played off her dress
Baby extra tight
She don't know it, rollin with professors like
GQ,And really need a dude who spike EQs
I'm silent but my eyes said "me, you", smiling
At a motherf**ers wife, be true
So i loved and lost And it's just 1 o'clock
Waiting for the bus to cross I puff dutchie
Jaywalked
Yeah im a crazy f** and half expect the cops to
Bum rush me
I gotta pick up something, Insider's brother
Done asked me to run to the liqs, for the
Young clique
We used to play tricks with pink dot, say the
Six pack's for my pops to drink, bottles of
Twinklin' champagne swing through the aisle
Seek slowly, oh, cheap pony keg O'keefe's
Same place I was caught With a phony I.D.,
Way back Like before he was nineteen
And ho, please, they just tryna buy
Kokanees and get live, now that I'm of age I
Provide aid
Oh, if you a sinner
Yeah, broken the law
Whoa, get them hands up
Oh, You bustin out
Yeah, ain't going back
Nope, make that a** move
Grabbed what i needed to get, and now i jet
Before I'm mad tempted to reach for the
Moet's
Settle up
They looking at me funny Cuz I bought a
Twenty pack of Wildcats And 12 coolers
With metal money
Who you think the fool is - I'm only stealin
Two fifty off top, ain't even paying for my fuel
Kid
Complete the drop got a beep readin meet us
At the weed spot yo It's Red Team and Ricky
But I ain't tryin see my whole week shot
Head feeling heavy, rather get s** out of
Wedlock
Bet later i'll regret not payin for some beverages
Liqs in the west close at seven it's
Six, ain't it
Hot day it was, gravitated under gray summer
Skies to the summons place as tradition
States
It was Mac's Milk once Up the hill son It's
Super f**in ill that they replaced it
Some real young biddies at the ice cream
Shop, and it's prolly not legal but i'd hit it
Tonight she's saucin', looks like it might be a
Hype evening, in the long sunlight season
On the streetside, waiting for my Red Team
Schemes like weighin each scene within my
Head
See I needa work but my creed is a**ert if you
Gonna regret it then don't do it, if it
Ain't wrong, get to it
And she probably right
I'm livin' a ungodly life
I can't hold a 9 to 5
But i can hold some bacardi light