Leave Ya Fienin’ Pt. 2

Every penny pinched
Trynna touch a loaf
Before these pennies kicked
Many sins await me on this path
Quit by many men
Every penny pinched
Smoke on every coast
Before these pennies kicked
Caught her sight she may
Like the way
Sun hittin' this suede
Give her space
That's the only way
That this playa play
All attention paid
Because the way
That these pockets weigh
Type of throat take the pain away
But it still remain
Till the dirt shoveled top my grave
Cannot waste a day
Till the dirt shoveled top my grave
Pen my brush and paint
Till the dirt shoveled top my grave
Cannot waste a day
Till the dirt shoveled top my grave
Smokin' like I can't