Recession

[Hook] Now baby I can take you to Mars But I ain't got no gas in the car You can walk right next door to the bar You should just be happy just to fuck with a star Now baby we can go to Brazil But it'd be cheaper if we sat here and chill I got a lot of problems and a whole lot of bills Fuck what ya heard I'm just keeping it real [Verse 1] Seemed like yesterday I was in Malibu Spending bucks and giving and gifts like Santa do Now they ask me, "Ya Boy, why the attitude?" I'm broke and I need some dollars bitch, you got a few? My bitch tell me rap ain't gon' work I need to give it up and go put on a FedEx shirt What makes it worse, I'm five thousand a verse Without having a curse I'm ten, no one trying to spend So I'm back to my momma house She gave my room to my sister Now I'm sleeping on the couch And they ask what I frown about Cause I'm the hottest on the west and I'm down and out Now tell me, remember them diamonds on my wrist? No more, yesterday I had to pawn that shit I'm stressin, I got salad with no dressin Was livin the life now I'm stuck in a recession [Hook] [Verse 2] They just cut off the water in my building Bathing out of water bottles not a good feeling No bitch I ain't got no sugar you can borrow Let me get a candle cause my lights get cut off tomorrow No food in the refrigerator Just Kool-Aid and some KFC mashed potatoes Can somebody call an exterminator? This cockroach just stole my pack of Now and Laters Tattoos on the front, back and side of me Now honestly, what job gon' hire me? Man, this rap shits fucked up It seem like everybody having tough luck Pull out the bicycles put the gas pumps up The gasoline prices baby that what's up I need a good meal and I need a hair cut My pockets inside out nigga and what [Hook] [Verse 3] Even chicken is expensive It's six dollars just to egg a nigga winda And drive-bys cost too So they on bicycles doing what they gotta do Look, my bitch say she want Mr. Chow's I turned around and looked at her like "Bitch, how?" I can't even afford to wax your eyebrows It's hotdogs on the stove girl pipe down I went from the green leaves to the Black & Milds And I done went from the iPhones to the burn outs Polly seeds and corn nuts got me turned out But anything goes when you in a paper drought I'm tired of rap niggas talking what they paper 'bout When they ain't got enough dough to start a bank account Got money better know that it's a blessing Let's see how long you can survive this recession