Hook

I don't wanna be homeless

Stuck in the MOMA

Stuck in the moment

Shit is so morbid

Listen to torment

Call me a soundboy

And it gets so worse

Nigga, hop in the convoy

Live in the moment

If a nigga get hit by a 300 wheeler my whole life is over

Verse

Over

Suddenly sober

In my life, I am only reggie's chauffeur

Nigga's so morbid

Living in storage

Either that or had to scrap in the forest

Plenty of years, you was looking for beats

Fucker, while I was out looking for heat

Who in this world do you want me to be?

Straining my octaves just to reach the key to my house if my spouse finding out that we homeless

Nothing but murder up in the aroma

Starving, my children weeping on my shoulders

Crime is not only keeping my composure

It's feeding us

Meter feeder for the mallon

Stop attacking me, my talents is gonna work

You a bitch in a mini skirt

Playing billiards

Only handful of people that I wanna sleep with

Made me a whore to some priestess

"lady killer," lay it down for the weekend

Maybe my style is only my weakness

Been fucking for miles, I'm muling and keeping

The dope in my penis or pussy, I' reaping

I'm everyone, son

I'ma die for the digits