Middle fingers

[Verse 1: Tongel] Hot kitchens, pop flipping, these cops snitching My watch glistens, my mind is blank, block bitches The plot thickens, cooking raps in Pac’s kitchen Learned hard work pays so I stopped wishing Clock’s ticking, but I’ve been in the lab I remember being suspended from class Picked up a pen and a pad Started writing up these venomous tracks They used to taking shots for sending them back Straight from the trap I came from the bottom, was born to be a problem Learned the rules of life, but never once forgot em My homies that been down to ride, they know I always got em We’ve been waiting for the day the money falling like its autumn Yeah I got em, uh spent long nights bagging the green Driving round serving scavenger fiends Started writing down my thoughts on my baggage of dreams Had the taste of being broke and took a stab at the cream It’s time to scheme [Hook: Carson Weekly] If you just start work at a job that you hate Working minimum wage to get by (get high) I never grew up rich, I was a screw up switch Fuck stress, middle fingers to the sky Motherfucker life’s hard when you broke Got fam in the pen and you do what you can to get by (get high) Oh yeah I grew up quick, I’ve been through too much shit Fuck stress, middle fingers to the sky motherfucker [Verse 2] The track's vicious I wack snitches with facts wrapped in passages In my past i stash riches In fact, my passion's to procrastinate Until I'm passed out, clashing with cats who think they rap now Oh yeah I get it the money seems to attract I focus on staying positive, money seems to distract It's funny because of money these dummies seem to attack My money depriciate and somebody need to be slapped Damn, I need a dollar Sick of being followed by cops and undercover impalas I'm tryna holler at a penthouse sweet Right now I'm living in a spot they ran out cheap I need to get out Keep pedaling, keep settling my headache with two Ls And an Excedrin keep sipping but I know I'm better than that My last breath, see life in the past tense Fuck stress, tryna live life with this life left [Hook] [Verse 3] Lately everything I go through feels strange All these groupies down to fuck me they don't even know my real name I feel like dying once a day, man that's real pain All this for a rapper, so fake, when I'm real man Just because you know my first name, you don't know me Don't tell me that you feel my pain, motherfucker show me You can tell me that you hate me I don't give a fuck I'm 'bout to split a Dutch, put the chronic in my lungs Never satisfied when my fucking head hits the pillow That's why I'm always putting marijuana in the 'rillo Stuck up in the airport where the fuck is my flight Wanna be high as a kite, I'm staying here for the night [?] I never felt more alive Doing just to survive Sometimes I just feel like dying When I do, I get high, lighting my Ls Then tell me everything I've been dying to hear [Hook]