[Verse]
Wax on, wax off in the morning I clean my nut sack
Tell [?] run that bitch before I put my nuts on your drum set
My bro just swang his bitch, I guess that would make her a step-bitch
Say that shit that would make the old niggas upset fuck it
I'm just livin' life, and let my mama tell it
I should be a millionaire instead Bodega where I spend it
[?] said the [?] is open
I'm at these shows I feel like South Park and I'm just talkin'
With no advantage 'cause the groupies won't let me poke 'em
I tell 'em Snapchat me that pussy boy you must be jokin'
Lives like an ogre on the top of my [?] shit, but inside I'm a little kid
I've never sold dope but I'e seen my kin, nose wiggle and cold [?] came a long way like The Wiz
And found out these niggas kiddin'
Can't nobody tell me shit when that direct deposit kick in
I'm a buy that shit, the whole chicken and eggs with it
And I'm a fry that shit, I pay my bro to do the dishes
When the night fall, up to the sunrise
No sleep in the summertime cause the fireworks sound like gunshots
And the sirens a one time
My life a flick, could be submitted
Send that shit to Sundance
At the barbecue, dance with your favorite aunt
We grindin' to "One Dance"
Nigga do the math, me plus money is wild
So they never should've gave me that
I'm a fat bastard, watch your bitch's DMs 'cause I'm on your baby back
Like Hey Arnold! I be all in the hood makin' sure my friends is straight
Had a Uber driver, pick up my baby girl and he gave her a mixtape
[Outro]
Free my back
Said free my back
Free my back
Said please just free my back
Said free my back
Said free my back
Just free my--aye Roy
Free my back
Free My Back was written by Michael Christmas.
Michael Christmas released Free My Back on Mon Oct 24 2016.