Myth - Hop Off lyrics

[Intro: Dnaps the King] n***a is you serious? You pick my a** up in a muthaf**in' box on wheels, take me to a goddamn raggedy a** applebee's AND THEN you can't even pick up the muthaf**in check? I thought you was a rapper! Broke a** n***a! [Verse 1: Dnaps the King] 'Scuse me while I do my thing Mooty be the new regime All a n***a ever known was broken hearts and foolish dreams Drama got me doin beans Mama got me queued to scream Callin me a loser if it's true im blaming you for genes I'm just tryna cash out Used to pine at Matt's house But soon as them rents Caught that scent Kicked our a** out And all them nights I pa**ed out I prolly shoulda pa**ed up I would go back to cla** but I ain't even pa** bruh Wish I could go back to (ta) Whippin' in that max-ma And sittin in that pa**-ga (pa**enger) My n***as in that back, bus Different from that a-duh Lescence now we a-dults All we got is hope Like our folks When they had us Never had much Always had a song Words for which I'd get from when them b**hes did me wrong And I always said these n***as would get thrown from the throne Just as soon as I get out my parents' home and I'm gone [Hook] If I could talk to god, I would prolly say I been workin' hard, ain't my money on the way? I could die tomorrow, sh** I'll prolly die today Realest n***a till I'm gone, then the realest in the grave If I could talk to god, I would prolly say I been workin' hard, ain't my money on the way? I could die tomorrow, sh** I'll prolly die today Realest n***a till I'm gone, then the realest in the grave [Verse 2: J.R. Carrera] (Young Fidel Castro, got yo b**h wetter than my back is) Vision of utopia You chasing opiums Cravin' some euphoria It's crazy bruh I been actin crazy huh Skippin cla**, chasin' a** is typical You a teen rapper, first you gotta fix your syllables Its simple son Sip a ton Rap about the sh** you done Live and love Get f**ed up Don't stop till you get enough Then come back to reality Chasing fallacies to please the inner child in me I think its time to flip the switch And rap about some real sh**, some real sh** [Breakdown: Dnaps The King] Get this money I'ma get this money When i get this money won't no n***a take it from me now Get this money We gon get this money When we get this money ain't a damn thing funny now [Hook] If I could talk to god, I would prolly say I been workin' hard, ain't my money on the way? I could die tomorrow, sh** I'll prolly die today Realest n***a till I'm gone, then the realest in the grave If I could talk to god, I would prolly say I been workin' hard, ain't my money on the way? I could die tomorrow, sh** I'll prolly die today Realest n***a till I'm gone, then the realest in the grave [Outro: Dnaps the King] In life, all you really got is your word, and your n***as. You heard the song, I'd say my word's pretty dope... And my n***as? Ain't NOBODY f**in' with my n***as... Nights like these, you really just gotta sit back and ask yourself, "what do I want in life?" I don't know about you, but sh**... I want it all