Sean Leon - September 7 lyrics

You better make a quarter back This is how Im doing my reporting Money,Im making my own Im going around the world But the shelves, you better make faster photos Barely making the run off for shows They told me to cut the gra** Its hard to cope with a little culture But all my culture, thats my n***a Im walkin through the rain I barely got a dollar to my name It would be the same dollar at deposits for the game I charge it to the game Baby momma,Im stressin One dollar a day They told me to count my blessings But I need Jesus I aint got no bill A big brother off the pill I guess I like the thrill And I guess the big brother likes it too I got my own problems My daughter, December its edging up with Amber Cant even make my rent of my apartment in September Just like forever And n***a if you ever get a limp I wont remember But the feeling is like 1 to 1 million is like All my n***az are in the building tonight Ready to make a k** in the night I could seal a path and live with that Im hiding to my pillow tonight On guard, so its offensive But I aint I got the ball and 2 chains The pistols poppin, the p**y cant If you listen, dont be sneakin Say my name I fall in love with moment Ill never meet again I hope I see you with my friends before I see the end Until we meet again