I know I'm wrong but I long to live
I know where's home and where I want to live
I tried to survive off my 9 to 5
I'd rather ride, might just need a 9
Counting bands
All kind of bands
With a contraband. yeah
Counting bands
All kind of bands
With a contraband
I could work a 9 to 5 or I could work a 9
I could work a part-time or I can partake in a crime
Choice is mine
Took me 40 hours to make what I spent in 40 minutes
Wishing I had a plug to call, what's his extension
Money talking, I'm debating if it's worth a sentence.
Working this grave shift ain't living
I ain't got no momma to loan me a loaf of bread
Or a father to offer a sofa to loaf and rest my head on
They need it too
So I gotta go out and feed em too
The homie packing quarters said I oughta get on ma P's & Q's
I know I'm wrong but I long to live
I know where's home and where I want to live
I tried to survive off my 9 to 5
I'd rather ride, might just need a 9
Counting bands
All kind of bands
With a contraband. yeah
Counting bands
All kind of bands
With a contraband
I know
Y'all don't
Want me gone
Won't be long
Lot to lose I'm trippin' trippin'
I'm confused, my vision different
Need a Nina, millimeter and I need it quick
Niggas ain't even eat a crumb so I'm thinking sick
Be a lie if I say I could lie at night
In bed well-fed, no welfare nor WIC
No prospect prospering outta the projects
Prolonging the process was a plan, a project
We niggaz come and kill for a comma
A common come up
Come up get hit wit karma
All for wanting comfort
I need a 9
I know I'm wrong but I long to live
I know where's home and where I want to live
I tried to survive off my 9 to 5
I'd rather ride, might just need a 9
Counting bands
All kind of bands
With a contraband. yeah
Counting bands
All kind of bands
With a contraband
I know I'm wrong
I know I'm wrong