2000 something [part 3]

Lyrics

fuck a 9 to 5 i'm making masterpieces instead, tryna get me up a slice like some pieces of bread, i'm easily fed, you hate for all the reasons you said, bitch you couldn't get a girl to give your penis some head, i'm leaving them dead, walk around in zombie mode, they don't want me on tv like the cosby show, i ain't rich yet shit, but i'm awfully close, all these girly's run around trying to off me clothes, i'm on some pimp shit, really on my pimp shit, you always on the couch like the mother-fucking simpson's, way i'm kicking knowledge you would think i went to princeton, couple years ago they didn't know that i existed so listen to me i'm in your speakers man this shit straight flame, i'm the 2016 mixtape wayne, make my verses so aversive so you loop them like its cursive, i don't mean to be assertive well i sorta do, look here, i don't know what you're crying bout, you ain't got shit to whine about, see me rolling i'm riding out gps couldn't find the route, took the mazda across the country, bags in the back so i can't get comfy, did it for the fans no advance no bands tryna manage my plans just to pay shit monthly, tryna keep cool but my shits all stressed, i been telling moms i hits on deck, but dreams don't keep the lights on, that's some advice to keep your shit in check, i've been tryna do me. but baby let me fix you a drink, try to open up your mind really get you to think, pour a wine glass only for your fine ass, do it for your heinous love the way i run it, i been on the shits stay lit like zippo's, i ain't playing games staying hungrier than hippos, you talk about the flow i'm a mother-fucking sicko, running back and fourth life's got me in a pickle, won't you. take a look at my catalogue, can't you see that i'm that involved, stay sharp without adderall, pitch it to them like laterals, they ain't really liking how i did it but i didn't do you man i did it for myself, did it for the love, didn't do it for the wealth, now i do it for the sport cause i really want the belt, i shows up like hello hello world i'm here, took the elevator homie warm your girl i'm near, cheers to new beginnings, all we do is winning, use to sip pabst now they hand me blue ribbons, i remember watching doug funny at night, and we ain't really have shit cause the money was tight, pops gone for like 2 or 3 weeks at a time, just to pay the damn bills that's what taught me to grind i have to, before i have a panic attic, the plan is in tact, i don't do it for no pat on the back, just let me, they said that i sucked wow, they all on my nuts now, you showing me love now okay you got to, never hit my line again, you keep trying to connect like some siamese twins, if you talk about the money you can sign me in, or sign me up but i don't need to find me friends, why we got the same problems as last year, and why these kids with degrees still working as cashiers, why this jada song still relevant now, and why they jacking up the prices on my medicine now, why i gotta keep asking these questions, and why we separated all over a fucking election, and why the beat cut cause i ain't finished speaking the truth, why the media so easily misleading the youth, turn your tv on if you seeking the proof, and that's just another reason why i do what i do