[Verse 1]
Ungh, at the window of the twenty-sixth floor
Seen a lot of money but i'm tryna see more
Met a lot of people tried to smoke with them all
Networking is key and i ain't talking no calls
Ungh, look at all of these broads
Running through events rubbing shoulders with the stars
Destiny is this and that's something i know sure
Cause i'm just a kid from Jersey but the part with no shore
Ungh, but they got a lot of crack for sale
And plenty ass whooping's for free [????]
MTV, it ain't all PG
And past one-twelve man it ain't all peachy
Youngins looking for cream tryna come up easy
And everything's a come-up when you come-up greasy
Ramen noodles and mac made easy
[?] pop you out your kicks [?] your head all [?]
[Hook]
Ungh, but tomorrow is another day
All out of sour so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze
Ain't been home in a couple days
But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin'
(x2)
[Verse 2]
Nikes by the fork with a airport crew-neck
Catch a nigga coming at my crew neck
On his face i two-step
How you like my dance moves?
Niggas getting slapped up, bitches getting cancelled
Candy ass niggas like the house they held Hansel
Violate your crib and slap the pictures of the mantle
Now that's just belligerent
Gotta show these niggas you ain't ignorant
And that right there is so [?] and ridiculous
Sorry i don't compliment your nigga-ness
The white man put us down but we the final blow deliver us
Them we wonder why them niggas always wanna pick on us
Cause we walk around like our pants ain't never fitting us
Old enough to know, but young enough to still not give a fuck
Yeah i contradict myself, so what?
Balls in your throat slut
Gag, gag, gag 'Till you throw up
Know what? Never wanna grow up
Want the bread, cheese lettuce, hold the coldcut
[Hook]
Ungh, but tomorrow is another day
All out of [?] so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze
Ain't been home in a couple days
But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin'
(x2)
[Verse 3]
X's on my hand and wristbands from last night
I'm just tryna make it last, so i'm out here living each and every evening like my last night
Had to be a millionaire inside my past life
Boss life, whatchu know about it?
Pimp like how we go 'bout it
Make a nigga smack a hoe about it
Go and count some dough about it
Pull a hoe and make her blow about it
Swear to god this my last glass
Type to type to tell a mediocre bitch she [??]
Like a fart she can pass gas
But i ain't even gonna stroke that
Just make her blow me while i blow grass
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[Hook]
Ungh, but tomorrow is another day
All out of [?] so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze
Ain't been home in a couple days
But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin'
(x2)