God damn it
My car broke down again
And the money I used to fix it
Was last month's rent
And I'm coming up on two
My landlord's on his way
Like boy you gotta move
Cause boy I gotta move
I gotta make something shake
I ain't seen a nug in weeks
I got this trash ounce of shake
Shit smells like lawn clippings
The smoke gives me a headache
I'm tryna balance lows with highs
Just to keep my f*ckin head straight
Yeah I know
That I just gotta do better
I'm tryna do right
But the f*ck shit always catch up
It happens every time
It starts to feel like a set up
But I'm getting stronger and smarter
Live knock me down
And I'm gon' get up
So I'ma smoke this trash
Until I get my f*ckin bread up
Fix this whip and mash my foot on the gas
And never let up
Til the engine fail to rev up
Move forward with my head up
If hard work and integrity is the key
Then I can't mess up