Robbin

(Chorus)
We just trynna maintain
Keep the ship afloat
Been so worried bout the heat forgot my winter coat
How I blow a small fortune ain't got shit to show
Might invest my lil money in a brick of blow
And If my dream don't work out then im Robbin niggas
Ain't no metaphor for that im really Robbin niggas
Doris Payne, David Blane you naked as the strippers
Fill the bag up to the top you'd think I had tippers

(Verse 1)
I don't have shit accomplished im an ad lib-er
Mad nigga never had a bag but I had temper
Skin almost Color Purple never had Mister
Hands butter soft why they want me have blister
Damn why I need degree ain't got no funds for that
Sometimes I can't live with me so how my girl do that
Still can't find work on La Brea so somebody need a prayer
Gunshots need more than a Bayer nigga run me that
Nerd looking skin clean ain't got a drawing on it
Treat a target like a canvas and im drawing on it
Carl call me everyday preaching that hard work
Its hard times in Century City finna steal a purse
In box seats all I can think bout is im born cursed
Bisket never limp man who the fuck is Fred Durst
And if violence out the question I need answers
I just got a message ballers at The Standard

(Chorus)
We just trynna maintain
Keep the ship afloat
Been so worried bout the heat forgot my winter coat
How I blow a small fortune ain't got shit to show
Might invest my lil money in a brick of blow
And If my dream don't work out then im Robbin niggas
Ain't no metaphor for that im really Robbin niggas
Doris Payne, David Blane you naked as the strippers
Fill the bag up to the top you'd think I had tippers

(Verse 2)
What would a desperate man do to avoid the can for his fam
Keeping his ribs from touching like gravy next to ya ham
Assistance outta the question man fuck the state and they hand
I dont want a million dollars I just need me bout a grand
Expecting niggas to live off the land, my eyes scan, for a victim
The under is 0 dawg it’s a pick em
The hunger is pokin I gotta stick em
The fuck,pistol wit crowd control it’ll lift them
Up
And if he living right he’ll get it back double
Ran in Rif in Lil Tokyo causing big trouble
Slapping kids for they parents hard earned cash
Smile for cameras cause you know my lil instagram need a splash
Brash,Money avoiding me I need vindication
Mash, I need long term like syndication
Passn is a must to justify the years I’m facing
Dawg Id rather be on trial than hardly makin
Dare mans come try me if he feel I’m faking
We ain’t asking for shit watch how ya jewelry get taken
Cuz if my songs don’t sell soon I’ll become an abrasion
Sorta rough round the horns but turning full fledged satan
Dancing in ill custody
Shoulda went the black college route you know Tuskegee
25 stickin up low brow and uppity
Play with me I’ll give dead homies some company
Ugh