[Chorus: JoeyBags]
See I ain't doin' bad, but the day fantastic
Fantasize, wishin' I could work a little magic
Faith got slim, to believe, need a graphic
I still, put a couple bills in the basket
See I ain't doin' bad, but the day fantastic
Fantasize, wishin' I could work a little magic
Faith got slim, to believe, need a graphic
I still, put a couple bills in the basket
[Verse 1: JoeyBags]
It's the
Survival of the fittest
Crossed the finish line
Met another line of critics
Bigots wanna drag you down
Hard to be the bigger man
Know it's hypothetical
I can't defy the physics, I'm
Five-foot-nothin', but still
Standin' on principle
More than mandatory
We never settle on minimals
Guided by the spirit
Doubt is only physical
These are pivotal moments
Watch you give is reciprocal
And I been doin' morning meditations
Skimming through the frequency
Like static on the station
What I choose today affect the future generation
Broken branch on the family tree, inherited separation
So what you gonna do with what you do
Back against the ropes, takin' blows below the belt
Echoes in the hall, no returned miss calls
And you notice nobody's comin' to help
[Chorus: JoeyBags]
See I ain't doin' bad, but the day fantastic
Fantasize, wishin' I could work a little magic
Faith got slim, to believe, need a graphic
I still, put a couple bills in the basket
See I ain't doin' bad, but the day fantastic
Fantasize, wishin' I could work a little magic
Faith got slim, to believe, need a graphic
I still, put a couple bills in the basket
[Verse 2: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
On the inside, I've been dyin'
You don't know, I stay quiet
Sufferin' in silence, [?] do it in private
Think you always right
You gotta know somebody lyin'
Hang around 'em small minds
Got you thinkin' you a giant
We livin' off of crumbs, but we ain't stress
We made magic
If I could make it stretch, then I'd be Mr. Fantastic
My feet up in the dirt, can't find a way to make traction
I need understandin' of this pain, I can't grasp it
Oh, shit
Watch the way you touchin' me, my soul already beat up
I ain't had the luxury to chill and kick my feet up
I done did enough, just how much help can I give out
That nigga ain't invested in himself, he still a child
God bless my next tears
My cries on this Earth might just fall upon deaf ears
Surprised that your worth won't get solved till that check clears
I got' know Death near
I know Death near, yeah
[Chorus: JoeyBags]
See I ain't doin' bad, but the day fantastic
Fantasize, wishin' I could work a little magic
Faith got slim, to believe, need a graphic
I still, put a couple bills in the basket
See I ain't doin' bad, but the day fantastic
Fantasize, wishin' I could work a little magic
Faith got slim, to believe, need a graphic
I still, put a couple bills in the basket