Lute - Paychecks (Intro) lyrics

[Verse] Another day, another dollar We just tryna provide Another day, another drama Couple shots in the sky 'Cause every day was Fourth of July Minus the ambulance, news, cameraman Pan to the homicide Look at mama cry, pray to God I see 25 Knock on wood, wood grain wheels strolling through the hood Sitting proper like a n***a should Gold chain with the cross like a hater jug They like Lute, drop another mother f**in' mixtape You ain't got sh** to prove, I got sh** to do Plus, my rent is due so I [?] I a**ume You gon' pay my dues for my lease is up Ain't got sh** to prove, I got sh** to do Baby mama trippin' bout some formula Contemplating robbing banks and hold 'em up f** my 9 to 5, but my lights is on Bright enough to write this song where I belong Like f** it, what's that ruckus in the trunk, bruh Lute, where the f** that sh** that can bump, bruh? True, all I spit is real, hope that you can feel Whether it be my pain or how a n***a live Now a n***a back, back up in the trap Preciate the love, so I love you back Even when my home ain't where the love is at I'm just tryna feed my daughter, n***a, f** a rap [Outro] Lord, I can't ever catch a break I can't depend on this sh** here to save me 'Cause a lately I been working up a scheme I can't spend my life chasing no paycheck Lord, I can't ever catch a break I can't depend on this sh** here to save me 'Cause a lately I been working up a scheme I can't spend my life chasing no paycheck