[Hook: Chase Moore]
If you ain't got no job
Then I'ma get you high today
If you got fired on your day off
Then we smoking like Friday
(Stimulate your mind)
(Might as well)
X2
[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
Stay smoking, stay stressing, real shit that I stay stressing
My brain open, my fist closed
My pockets empty, my change, spent it
My mom hurting, job searching
Pops working like 60 hours
It's not worth it, getting ours
The clock turning, now these cops searching
All through my bags, all through my phone
I'm not perfect, I made mistakes
I caught my case, I fought that then lost that, if you can't relate
Well, that's fine, but save the hate
Been hungry, scraped my plate
Told my connect when I got that, that I'd call back at a later date
My little bro, two kids, 19, shit is real feel me
Let me borrow a few bills, to chase my dream, now I feel guilty
Damn… Trying to get these chips we clockin'
My day one just lost his job for hitting licks while he's clocked in
Last check on his day off, they told his ass, don't come back
Ride with me, watch it pay off, meanwhile, back to this sack
Last check on his day off, they told his ass, don't come back
Ride with me, watch it pay off, meanwhile, back to this sack
And smoke it back to back…
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Cassow]
2 years to a month, a month or 2 to a week
Until they get my point, nigga, I still ain't hit my peek
Bitch, I still ain't made that mil
Momma still stressed about paying late bills
While I'm too stressed about getting that deal
Bitches wearing red bottoms at the bottom of the hill
Is she really only fucking with the beat?
Too much coke in her nose, she can't think
Eyes blood shot shit, it might hurt to blink
Oh, cold nigga
Too much hustle in me, what you niggas figure?
Hell yeah I sold the shit when she motherfucking asked
Fuck cops, fuck them, fuck you, get cash
I ain't done, had to treat my nephew like a son
Fast forward, I just need a fast Ford when I'm done
Oh girl, let a nigga really know when he won
Cause your hating ass nigga never give him all his credits
Might never get a tassel where I'm from
Wait, I guess I'm just to late
I guess I spilled my soul on every track and every tape
I guess I'm just too real to ever see eye with all these fakes
I ..... try filling in my blanks