[Verse: Lute]
I'd much rather rap or sell drugs than to do this shit forever
We either playing ball or land a job
Come to playing to ball, my shot off like Cheddar Bob
And I'd much rather have rap or sell drugs than work two to twelve just to miss the number twelve bus cause I overslept
Due to the double I just worked, tryna' get this work
Made it out the mud, now we in the dirt, like McGurt
See me on squirt, n***a, where the work?
Came across these jugs 'cause my pockets hurt
And see I'm far from the trap rapper, but I'm strapped like an Eastpak on a backpacker
And oh, how I wish I really wish it wasn't that way
And this the life we live when we come up on the forward
And rob a n***a blind, n***as pose with your Michael Kors in the latest source with the Porsche like its fast Ford
Fast forward, we ain't on no block no more
Now fast forward, Lord, we don't punch no clock no more

[Outro: Lute]
Shit, what time is it?
Damn, I'm late for work