Failure

[Intro]
Your food stamps balance is $31.96. Your cash account balance is $0. Just a reminder, by bringing your receipt from your last purchase, and/or your last cash purchase

[Hook]
Man, So I guess I'm a failure, yup I'm a failure
If I ain't winning now, what you expect me to tell ya?
Yup I'm a failure, I accept I'm a failure
But fuck anybody who ever said I'm a failure
But I'mma win shit, I got my second wind shit
I got double the will, I'm on my Schwinn shit
You think I'll stay a failure, I dig it my nigga
I ain't tripping, I ain't in my feelings my nigga

[Verse: Julius]
Look, I ain't got a cent in my pocket, lot of lint in my pocket
I'mma vent on my Pac shit, I'mma sit on this park bench
Liquid drip from my optics, tears trickling aw shit
Pain is a killer, anger is a killer's accomplice
Nigga this is the topic I'm so sad
Fuck it, a poor minority, double negative, I don't have
Nothing, I grew up taking the male equivalent of a ho-bath
Fucking cold ass bucket of water under my feet
Grab the soap, rags, scrubbin'
My broke ass, trust this is no damn frontin'
I used to be a floor buffer I don't mean my flow clean
Literally any scuffed floor your bro had to buff it
I'm a true survivor, but it's a damn shame when
A prolific music writer has a supervisor
I despise a 9-5, but I ain't got 50 cent so
I'm plotting how to rob while I try to find a job man
(I don't think y'all niggas is listening look)
I'mma stay working nigga y'all best believe
Even if the job involves special sauce, lettuce, cheese
I'mma hit the studio soon as my boss lets me leave
But I never lose drive, I never lost a set of keys
So what I'm a loser? What's it to you nigga?
So what I'm a boozer? I fuck with this brew nigga
I fucking abuse liquor, I'm trying to sip right now
So motherfuck you and your comfortable lifestyle
Nigga motherfuck you and your comfortable lifestyle
I don't do any lying in any rhyme or any line
I don't accept any fibbin', or any lyin' of any kind
I'm really trying, I don't have pennies, nickels any dimes
Quarters, singles, any fives, tens or twenties gimme my
Food stamps from the county I've stood in that line many times
You ever heard? "Welcome to the California E.B.T Customer Service Helpline, if you know your preferred language option number you may enter in at any time"
Nigga I just want my slice of the pie
Even if it's bean pie word to Bow Ties and Allah
I'm starving in these streets man, matter fact I'm famished
I'm trying to uplift the hood like a damn mechanic
I'm about success on the mic, in fact I got it tatted
My perspective is broad, point of view is panoramic
But you say I'mma stay a failure? I can dig it my nigga
I ain't tripping, Naw I ain't in my feelings my nigga