Die Old

[Verse 1]
Scumbag rap for the drug dealers and deadbeats
'Bout to cop a kilo, fuck being an MC
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
With a screw loose, not right in the head
Give a bitch my morning glory, praise the Lord and saviour
Liquor always makes me talk to strangers like we've been friends forever
Pissed up, tryna make a a makeshift telephone
Got two cans left but I can't string a sentence together
Rolled a joint fat like Uncle Buck
Rum and Kush makes me get my words muddled up
Talking double Dutch, they talk shit, we fuck them up
Your mother took five dicks and the johnny was a rubber glove
My cocaine is fair trade
Got the money in a air raid shelter with a rifle and some bare mates
Just in case this rap shit goes pear-shaped
'Cause I'm just about famous enough to have to wear shades
When I'm begging for spare change

[Hook]
Don't just get by, go get rich, die old
Life goes too fast, I know
Just get by, go get rich, die old
Life goes too fast, I know

[Verse 2]
My dad always said I was a strange kid
Never had any friends, I had to play with myself like I was sexually frustrated
Never knew I was destined for great things, a legend in the making
Eating Wotsits in bed with a fat bitch
Keeps moaning about the crumbs, fucked her on her bathroom sink while I raided her medicine cabinet
And grew a pair of tits 'cause I took a oestrogen tablet
Going in until I black out and stain my undies
Then wake up a new man, I'm staying hungry
I'm 'bout the music, I don't need a label to be making money
I push it on the street like cocaine and baby buggies
I sit on my doorstep and blaze up
With my music up loud, neighbours giving me strange looks
I do what I like, fuck your opinion
My brain's something that you just can't grasp like some A-Cup

[Hook]
Don't just get by, go get rich, die old
Life goes too fast, I know
Just get by, go get rich, die old
Life goes too fast, I know

[Verse 3]
I'm childish, I take every opportunity to get one up on you
You bring a bitch, I bring a couple through
Smoke a join, I'm bunning two
Basically every time you've got a nail I've gotta double you
And if you still don't get it, what I'm saying is you're gonna lose
I'm a hater, I can count the rappers I don't rate on one hand, if I was holding a calculator
They're tryna break into the mainstream, wondering what they can do different
But they'll die underground like a tube hit 'em
And how the fuck you pushing thirty and still a up-and-comer?
You need to reassess your life, when my cup is half full I just down it and fill up another
Like your stepdad on his deathbed, I'm an ill motherfucker
Fashion victims do extensive research
To try find their brown belts and expensive t-shirts
What type of mad weather makes you need a vest made of black leather?
Fake gashes in your jeans like your ancestors were transgender