Midday

Ayy, I can't stress the fucking fact
How much I hate my fuckin' life (Woo!)
Drag myself through the days, fade
Burn my soul just like a light (Okay)
I was on my fuckin' way, straight
Dodgin' 12 and divin' (Okay)
Can't let them know that this bag on me (Ayy)
Bitches, they claim that they vouch for me (Woo!)
Where was you at in the cell was sleep (Woo!)
I was in hell, living drastically (Okay)
Stomp on his neck like a kick on the beat (Woo!)
I came for Cris when I opened the scene (Yeah, yeah)
Now I gotta pull up with my bitch in the droptop
Got two cars on my neck, what's the pocket lock
Where's my competition? This shit too easy
What a nigga got a rap, ayy
Chop them shits then pick and roll
Your bitch on my golden pole
Hit up Craig, get them racks
That's all she wrote
P.S. like from hell with a wish so well

I wake up in the morning, niggas hatin' already
I ain't do shit to nobody, I keep my focus steady
Copasetic how I'm trying to keep my life with these problems
Keep piling up, 'cause I'm high up enough
They got a price on my body
I'm like "Fuck 'em" (What?)
Back to the cash if a nigga really wanna come bust me
Ayy, then touch me (For real)
Do all that shit that you said you would do if you saw me
Ayy, you prolly (What?)
Jealous 'cause all of the extra shit you been talkin'
It didn't stop me
I kept on hustlin' now hunnids don't fit in my wallet
Money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
Smile on my face 'cause a young nigga livin'
'Member I was broke, but its been a lil' minute
Hatin' on me leave a hatin' nigga livid
Money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
Smile on my face leave a hatin' nigga livid
'Member I was broke but it's been a lil'
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Wake up in the morning, niggas hatin' already
We ain't do shit to nobody, we keep our focus steady
Copasetic how we tryna keep our life with these problems
Keep pilin' up, 'cause we high up enough
We got a price on our bodies (Goddamn)