[Verse 1]

Spend my days as a kid growing up low class

Spent balls Sunday afternoon with Dad got a blast

On Sunday night we gotta go fast

This real dark dirt piling up in my past

[Verse 2]

Black as the backwash sitting in the flask

Praying that my kids don't find my secret stash

Matches on the hotel floor covered in glass

Speakin’ of glass got me sipping on the highball

[Verse 3]

You'll be damned if you catch me off the side of your eyeball

You need keys to unlock the bricks in my drywall

Drug runners snap into shape when I call

Who these cops? Fuck the police, don't call ’em

[Verse 4]

My boss is calling and I try not to stall him

"Hello sir! Big news, the deal went awesome!"