Project Pat - Priorites lyrics

I was just getting started in the rap game Still had one foot remain in the drug game I'm my own boss Could a left this b**h like I came Pump it like the p**y To walk away with being sane Lord bless me main I need to switch my life up Put the weed and liquor down Try to get wifed up Austin Powers with these who*es My son's now Minime Picked the wrong baby mama Sleeping with the enemy Real n***as [?] f** the b**h and mean that sh** Go to jail, get money n***a leave that b**h You suppose to be one Like the coke and the coke pan Lady h**ne can turn a boss into a broke man Got to take control of these b**hes like a bad habit Dress her like a queen and she'll still be a maggot All these steady [?] and the drummer you can miss me You can miss me, kiss me Naw, ain't no telling where your lips be Or been, on been, that real could have been Buy you a new purse b**h I ain't none a dem (Naw I ain't none a dem You heard) b**h I ain't none a dem Should've paid your light bill You bought a outfit Need to get your mind right Get off that dumb sh** Handle your priorities Your priorities Handle your priorities Your priorities Should've paid your light bill You bought a outfit Need to get your mind right Get off that dumb sh** Handle your priorities Your priorities Handle your priorities Your priorities Let me explain the deal I can't miss a meal I know your p**y wet And you stay on pills And you stay on liquor And you stay on green I ain't sleepin' around snakes I don't stay on lean How'd you focus b**h Know when you s** my dick Bands keep my dick on [?] Motherf**er b**h And you n***as catchin' murder charges over hoes? You are some stupid motherf**ers Case closed Call me Hector I'm about my pesos Money first, b**h last You can replace hoes If the cheddar cheese like some Queso Youy rather [?] goes a bummer and chase hoes Should've paid your light bill You bought an outfit You need to get your mind right Get off that dumb sh** Handle your priorities Your priorities Handle your priorities Your priorities When is income tax time You b**hes bawling down Forty five days later You'd be calling down To the man upstairs Looking for a bliss By unnecessary sh** Get a Smith & Wesson And blow your brains out b**hes get out the way Real n***as save their money for a rain each day And make a plate every chance that a n***a get f** boss every chance n***a sh** That b**h open 'em legs every chance a n***a hittin Once blow a bu*ton, blow a nut a n***a splittin Light bills still due Kids gotta eat Your sorry baby daddy Only transportation fee For still holding onto a pipe dream you is wrong The fat lady ain't gonna come She done already song (Fa la la... fa la laa) She'll already sung baby, like real talk you gotta understand sumn I mean, it's cool for you to want some dick and yea he'll uck the sh** out you But b**h you gotta handle your priorities Can't be missing work Cause you want to get a nut What the f** wrong you Ain't glad you shhh... shhhh