[Hook: WordPlay T.Jay]
100 dollars down, yet I'm focused
And I'm bout to get faded like the sunset
And let it go, and let it go
[Verse 1: WordPlay T.Jay]
Started off this week real bad
Paid up Geico and it zapped my cash
First of the month and rent's due
I'm trying to vent but it's hotter than a church pew
In Louisiana with those little bitty fans on a stick
Work my balls off until the Stans on my dick
Wanna book a tour but the views ain't hit
But the way to get fans is to use that sh**
Man I'm trying to eat, break me off with the formula
Started long ago but my motor's still warming up
I can see the words touching bodies like a coroner
Talking but nobody understands like a foreigner
That don't really make no sense
I'm saying few comprehend, what the rest don't get
So I'm dropping every week like a sitcom
Cause my bank account got me on a mission
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[Verse 2: Bee-West]
Look, living dreaming, a dream is what I'm fiending for
Give another option, my plot is to have a dreamer grow
From another part in the garden, my art will seem to show
Beautiful visions of living the world is just like a prism
Splitting light in all directions just like a division
I'd rather pull it all together a natural addition
For my brothers I want us to reach above the stars
And take it to another level whenever we yell we are
Unstoppable, Uncrushable, nothing that I can do
To make another want to question the happiness I pursue
Is like orange juice mixed with ice
To make it through the night, I put on the music of life
Right, at a stop light, Leaning to the left
Thinking about a lot of bullsh** that's out of step
I make a dance of it, the answer is something amazing
Never thought of it, with nothing that's up in my savings
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[Verse 3: WordPlay T.Jay]
Seems like all I do now is sit and worry about a check
I ain't even online but I'm worried about the net
Trying to build an army but there's nowhere I can vet
Finna reach the top but they add another step
Seems like people that I knew don't even talk no more
Even Hans got Chewy, why am I so low
Hope the odds even out like an isotope
And there's a few guys thinking why am I so dope
I'm a cla** act with a back pack make you bag back
I'm the bomb now, I ain't talking about in Bagdhad
Beauty of the week now I'm waking up with Jet lag
Building my credentials now ya boy needs a press pa**
But I'm still clocking in at Best Buy
Job applications putting on my best tie
Greeting customers, putting on my best lie
Cause I'm writing in my head working on the next line
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