[Verse 1: Jordxn Bryant] I spit that...Wonderama sh** Where my Wonderwoman that dance and roll marijuana sticks? See the way her vagina split She know my John like Hanco*k was signing it Biting the throne, n***as known to piranha it Sitting on the edge of my bed thinking "What if they spared Lincoln and Kennedy's brains?" - Now that's impaired thinking Take a look at my past life, fantasize about fast life, 'till I dig in my pockets then see the gas light I ain't have no reason why in these songs to stunt. Maybe when all the anxiety's gone Finish copping me some property, privacy homes, and be more that just a commodity, Homes My poppa be gone, my momma at work Girl not answering texts, she probably turnt Or probably on Twitter telling how I ain't sh** Then five tweets later, she all on my dick Man, life's a b**h... [Hook: Snippets from Nas and AZ's "Life's a b**h"] "I woke up early", "Smoking blunts with hash" "And my mentality is...money orientated" (Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high) "Now some resting in peace", "Or doing years in the hundreds" "My mentality is...money orientated" (Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high) "That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto" "And my mentality is..."(Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high) "As long as we leaving thieving, we'll be leaving with some kind of dough" "Destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it..." [Verse 2: D-Shine] Aye girl, I know that you the bomb I'm tryna get you home And get you out your clothes and then show you how I roll Make you feel it in you soul, a feeling you can't control The feeling that got you slipping, I'm willing to take control Liquor all in my system Probably what got me trippin' Bring the bottles of drink and then mix it in with the lemon Doing all of this drinking like "f** it", there ain't no limit She took me to the back and insisted I put my dick in Damn, this chick is crazy Only known her a minute Now I'm already hitting I think it's due to the sipping That she was doing, until the music became distant I need that Donald money, I'm looking for my apprentice Not talking Omarosa Maybe if I ain't sober If not, I need a chick with a face kinda like Lotus, uh And a body like bottles of Coca-Cola And tell them bad hoes, tomorrow they can come over cause I'm...free [Hook] [Verse 3: Obie Iyoha] They say good life's a b**h, you broke you won't see her, huh? But get money, watch gold retrieve her (gold retriever), huh? I throw a bone like Marowak at a bad b**h She throw that thing back at a n***a, that's if she catches, get it? I spit that comedy, ain't no profit to make With more heart (Hart) than Kevin, you'd probably Laugh at My Pain She'd probably laugh at my bank, but she shake it and hear the coins there Debt collectors collecting all the space in my voice mail Real spit, sh**, you know I try Going against the grain like tractors, you know I grind Can't fake the harvest, every day I go hard As me yesterday, through transient commodities Pardon me, a n***a still in college These biology courses won't forfeit No slipping, run with cleats They say life's a b**h, but she f**s with me, so that's cool...