[Hook: WordPlay T.Jay]

100 dollars down, yet I’m focused

And I’m bout to get faded like the sunset

And let it go, and let it go

[Verse 1: WordPlay T.Jay]

Started off this week real bad

Paid up Geico and it zapped my cash

First of the month and rent’s due

I’m trying to vent but it’s hotter than a church pew

In Louisiana with those little bitty fans on a stick

Work my balls off until the Stans on my dick

Wanna book a tour but the views ain’t hit

But the way to get fans is to use that shit

Man I’m trying to eat, break me off with the formula

Started long ago but my motor’s still warming up

I can see the words touching bodies like a coroner

Talking but nobody understands like a foreigner

That don’t really make no sense

I’m saying few comprehend, what the rest don’t get

So I’m dropping every week like a sitcom

Cause my bank account got me on a mission

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bee-West]

Look, living dreaming, a dream is what I'm fiending for

Give another option, my plot is to have a dreamer grow

From another part in the garden, my art will seem to show

Beautiful visions of living the world is just like a prism

Splitting light in all directions just like a division

I'd rather pull it all together a natural addition

For my brothers I want us to reach above the stars

And take it to another level whenever we yell we are

Unstoppable, Uncrushable, nothing that I can do

To make another want to question the happiness I pursue

Is like orange juice mixed with ice

To make it through the night, I put on the music of life

Right, at a stop light, Leaning to the left

Thinking about a lot of bullshit that's out of step

I make a dance of it, the answer is something amazing

Never thought of it, with nothing that's up in my savings

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: WordPlay T.Jay]

Seems like all I do now is sit and worry about a check

I ain’t even online but I’m worried about the net

Trying to build an army but there’s nowhere I can vet

Finna reach the top but they add another step

Seems like people that I knew don’t even talk no more

Even Hans got Chewy, why am I so low

Hope the odds even out like an isotope

And there’s a few guys thinking why am I so dope

I’m a class act with a back pack make you bag back

I’m the bomb now, I ain’t talking about in Bagdhad

Beauty of the week now I’m waking up with Jet lag

Building my credentials now ya boy needs a press pass

But I’m still clocking in at Best Buy

Job applications putting on my best tie

Greeting customers, putting on my best lie

Cause I’m writing in my head working on the next line

[Hook]