[Produced by Markis Precise]
[Intro: Chuuwee]
Wait
What can I say that n*ggas ain't already said before
[Hook: Chuuwee]
They tell me go to school and get a job
A job is the hardest thing to find
And school costs money so I'm heavy on the grind
The streets teach more, am I wasting my time
Street smarts look bad on a resume
My dogs hate living in a reservoir
So we sell bags even on Heaven's Day
For hella pay, for Heaven's sake
[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
Another n*gga got shot last Friday
Police said the shooter vanished on a highway
He killed that motherf*cker dead in his driveway
You die at home, where the f*ck can you survive at
Fact, only certain people really feel alive
The others know how it feels to be a life black
This rap sh*t used to be something I could strive at
Now it's damn near sorta like buying packs
F.B.I. got eyes on a guy back
You ever seen a drug raid over five stacks
You ever seen a n*gga die with his eyes wide open
Spilling out pain on the train tracks
And when it rains, oh boy do it rain
Over money, over hoes, over crack, over 'caine
Cause we highly over pressured and extremely underpaid
And this job search bullsh*t is highly overrated
[Hook: Chuuwee]
They tell me go to school and get a job
A job is the hardest thing to find
And school costs money so I'm heavy on the grind
The streets teach more, am I wasting my time
Street smarts look bad on a resume
My dogs hate living in a reservoir
So we sell bags even on heaven's day
For hella pay, for heaven's sake
[Verse 2: Chuuwee]
Al these young girls wanna do is celebrate
She love the way her man n*gga selling weight
Tell em wait, chill on it for heaven's sake
He a try to bring a pound through the heaven's gates
I can't blame how they live so I meditate
Pick up the phone, flip zones, maybe set in place
But only to keep food on a n*gga plate
Not religious at all, f*ck what the reverends say
I'm dreaming of a beamer on dubs
A misty misdemeanor with a girl
I'm feeling like a G and I'm a thug
And we only wish that we could bring a heater to the club
Young rich n*ggas be in love with the slug nose
Just in case somebody try to take me out the plug
It's all cash and cream, it's all drugs
But this life gotta change like I'm trying to break a dub
[Hook: Chuuwee]
They tell me go to school and get a job
A job is the hardest thing to find
And school costs money so I'm heavy on the grind
The streets teach more, am I wasting my time
Street smarts look bad on a resume
My dogs hate living in a reservoir
So we sell bags even on Heaven's Day
For hella pay, for Heaven's sake
[Verse 3: Chuuwee]
Why must I be like that
If he had em for the low-low, I'mma buy packs
Get em off sooner than I bought, I'll be right back
n*gga doing what he gotta do, it be like that
Keep it to real for my own good when I write raps
I got em pulling me to the side, "Did you write that?"
I bet you even if these n*ggas hated, they like that
Usually n*ggas acting like they wouldn't be hypist
So I'm soul searching til they close curtain
Pockets hurting on this cold earth and
Nothing that I wanted more than to smoke purple
Do so much weed that my throat hurting
These n*ggas hate woe so they low lurking
They gone try to bodybag you in closed curtain
Until that very day, I'm still soul searching
I hope that my findings are still worth it
[Hook: Chuuwee]
They tell me go to school and get a job
A job is the hardest thing to find
And school costs money so I'm heavy on the grind
The streets teach more, am I wasting my time
Street smarts look bad on a resume
My dogs hate living in a reservoir
So we sell bags even on Heaven's Day
For hella pay, for Heaven's sake