Wishing everyday is like a PAY DAY./
Bass booming like a box full of AK'S./
Know a couple shooters in the AP. and THEY MAY PLAY./
Knowing all you losers be strapped with that LAYAWAY./
Hey!/
But I AIN'T AFRAID,/
I've been living in it DAY-TO-DAY./
While I make every HATER HATE,/
and I’m sipping on this liquor mix with GATORADE./
I couldn't hang with the preppy kids, OH HELL NO./
See I’d rather put in work, WON'T SELL DOPE./
I swear I don’t deserve to see the CELL THOUGH,/
I’m doing my best to avoid that HELL HOLE./

Robb Francisco