Текст JZAC – 2000 Something [Part 3]

Fuck a 9 to 5 I’m making masterpieces instead
Tryna get me up a slice like some pieces of bread
I’m easily fed, you hate for all the reasons you said
Bitch you couldn’t get a girl to give your penis some head

I’m on some Pimp shit, really on my pimp shit
You always on the couch like the mother-fucking Simpson’s
Way I’m kicking knowledge you would think I went to Princeton
Couple years ago they didn’t know that I existed so listen to me I’m in your speakers man this shit straight flame
I’m the 2016 mixtape Wayne
Make my verses so aversive so you loop them like its cursive
I don’t mean to be assertive well I sorta do, look here

I don’t know what you’re crying bout
You ain’t got shit to whine about, see me rolling I’m riding out GPS couldn’t find the route
Took the Mazda across the country
Bags in the back so I can’t get comfy
Did it for the fans no advance no bands tryna manage my plans just to pay shit monthly
Tryna keep cool but my shits all stressed
I been telling moms I hits on deck
But dreams don’t keep the lights on
That’s some advice to keep your shit in check
I’ve been tryna do me…

But baby let me fix you a drink
Try to open up your mind really get you to think
Pour a wine glass only for your fine ass
Do it for your heinous love the way I run it

I been on the shits stay lit like Zippo’s

Take a look at my catalogue
Can’t you see that I’m that involved
Stay sharp without Adderall
Pitch it to them like laterals
They ain’t really liking how I did it but I didn’t do you man I did it for myself
Did it for the love
Didn’t do it for the wealth
Now I do it for the sport cause I really want the belt

I shows up like hello hello world I’m here
Took the elevator homie warm your girl I’m near
Cheers to new beginnings, all we do is winning
Use to sip Pabst now they hand me blue ribbons
I remember watching Doug Funny at night
And we ain’t really have shit cause the money was tight
Pops gone for like 2 or 3 weeks at a time
Just to pay the damn bills that’s what taught me to grind I have to (breathe)

Before I have a panic attic
The plan is in tact
I don’t do it for no pat on the back
Just let me (breathe)
They said that I sucked wow
They all on my nuts now
You showing me love now okay you got to

Never hit my line again
You keep trying to connect like some siamese twins
If you talk about the money you can sign me in
Or sign me up but I don’t need to find me friends

Why we got the same problems as last year
And why these kids with degrees still working as cashiers
Why this Jada song still relevant now
And why they jacking up the prices on my medicine now
Why I gotta keep asking these questions
And why we separated all over a fucking election
And why the beat cut cause I ain’t finished speaking the truth
Why the media so easily misleading the youth
Turn your TV on if you seeking the proof
And that’s just another reason why I do what I do