Priorities lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was just getting started in the rap game
Still had one foot remain in the drug game
I’m my own boss
Could a left this b*tch like I came
Pump it like the pus*y
To walk away would be insane
Lord bless me mane
I need to switch my life up
Put the weed and liquor down
Try to get wifed up
Austin Powers with these whores
My son’s now Mini Me's
Picked the wrong baby mama
Sleeping with the enemy
Real n*ggas scream f*ck a b*tch and mean that sh*t
Go to jail, get money
n*gga leave that b*tch
You suppose to be one
Like the coke and the coke pan
Lady heroin can turn a boss to a broke man
Got to take control of these b*tches like a bad habit
Dress her like a queen and she’ll still be a maggot
All these static and that drama you can miss me
Kiss me, naw, ain't no telling where your lips be
Or been, on been, [?]
Buy you a new purse
b*tch I ain't none a dem
(Naw I ain't none a dem
You heard)
b*tch I ain't none a dem
[Hook]
Should’ve paid your light bill
You bought a outfit
Need to get your mind right
Get off that dumb sh*t
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
Should’ve paid your light bill
You bought a outfit
Need to get your mind right
Get off that stupid sh*t
Handle priorities
Your priorities
Handle your priorities
Your priorities

[Verse 2]
Let me explain the deal
I can’t miss a meal
I know your pus*y wet
'Cause you stay on pills
And you stay on liquor
And you stay on green
I ain't sleepin’ around snakes
I don’t stay on lean
Project focused b*tch
Love when you suck my di*k
Bands keep my di*k erect so
Motherf*ck a b*tch
And you n*ggas catchin’ murder charges over hoes?
Y'all are some stupid motherf*ckers
Case closed
Call me Hector
I’m about my pesos
Money first , b*tch last
You can replace hoes
If the cheddar cheese like some Queso
You'd rather ride a [?] out then chase hoes
[Hook]
Should’ve paid your light bill
You bought an outfit
You need to get your mind right
Get off that stupid sh*t
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
Should’ve paid your light bill
You bought a outfit
Need to get your mind right
Get off that stupid sh*t
Handle priorities
Your priorities
Handle your priorities
Your priorities

[Verse 3]
When is income tax time
You b*tches ballin' out
Forty five days later
You’d be calling down
To the man upstairs
Looking for a blessin'
Buy unnecessary sh*t
Get a Smith & Wesson
And blow your brains out
b*tches get out the way
Real n*ggas save their money for a rainy day
And make a play every chance that a n*gga get
You f*ck boys every chance [?] n*gga sh*t
That b*tch open ‘em legs every chance a n*gga hittin'
And once I blow a blunt and blow a nut a n*gga splittin'
Light bills still due
Kids gotta eat
Your sorry baby daddy
Only transportation feet
For still holding onto a pipe dream you is wrong
The fat lady ain't gonna come
She done already sung
(fa la la..fa la laa)
[Outro]
She’ll already sung baby, like real talk you gotta understand sumn
I mean, it’s cool for you to want some di*k and yea he’ll f*ck the sh*t out you
But b*tch you gotta handle your priorities
Can’t be missing work
Cause you want to get a nut
What the f*ck wrong you
[?] ass bichh