Making a living
Man
Yeah
Yeah
In a world so cold & evil
Im ducking people
Staying perched on my steeple
Burning reefer in a swisher diamond
Rhyming with percision timing
Masterminding and climbing up
These silver linings im eyeing
Im trying
Not to ever have a want again
Im barely wanting friends
Saving everything thats coming in
I rarely spend a penny cause i haven't any
Im in the dark in south park
Feeling like im kenny
Plenty bastards
I done mastered the art of war
I seen it from afar
Like a robbery from the back
Of the titty bar
A shooting star that fell to the earth
Cursed for worse
Just a tiggy like biggie
When pac cursed the verse
It hurts
Guess the waiter told em gimme the works
Cause my plate it runneth over
On a date im never sober
I cant wait until its over
Debt free all i want to be
Stress free all i want for me
Jet skis
My son and me chilling
Buying properties, investing and building
Keeping most it in a bank
And probably bury a million
Spray a nipsey mural on the pavillion
All my life i felt dead
I bet its great to be living
Be living
Be living
Making a living