Mid

Chorus

Mid morning blunts just to ease the pain (2x)

Wake up, bake up (2x)

I got niggas on my back, yea yea
Couple hoes on my back, yea yea
Bill collectors hit line, yea yea
I don’t really have the time yea yea

Bridge

No tengo tiempo hoy
Clutch with the shot Brandon Roy
Yo quiero dinero, so I stay playing piano
And I’ve been sober so all of your tricks get foiled

Verse 1

Tricks are for kids nigga
Watch how you live nigga
Lyrics gon stick to your rib like the plate grandma made that get fed to the fam but might kill niggas
Death in the meal ticket,
I cannot deal with ya, I cannot build with a
Snake in the grass, I cannot with chill with a
Nigga who has to get drunk to have fun
Sobriety calling me, if I drop the line
Devils may follow me
If I let opinions encompass me
I’ll lose the love and that’s my greatest luxury
Fickle lil bitch
I can tell you do not fuck with me
Back when esteem was the lowest you wrote me off publicly
Now what I write turn to gold
God save my soul, yea yea
Gratification at click of a button, I’m not sure if I’m in control
We strive to be equal, but secretly hate it whenever our peers start to grow
I’m tired of cycles, I offer my idols, I’ve blown out the last of my smoke

Chorus

Mid morning blunts just to ease the pain (2x)

Wake up, bake up (2x)

I got niggas on my back, yea yea
Couple hoes on my back, yea yea
Bill collectors hit line, yea yea
I don’t really have the time, yea yea

Verse 2

How could you say that you love me when you cannot love yourself
I lost my mother and father, I cannot lose no one else
Isaiah and Isaac, remind me of former self
An innocent time, the back of my mind, as I sit back and cry for help
Back in the day I was caring, presently I move so careful
Back in the day I was daring, now nigga try me I dare you
Back in the day I was loving, right now I really can’t stand you
Errything change for a reason, discomfort done made me so wary

Mid morning blunts on my mind, I must get back on my grind
She sour as lemons and greener than lime, if I don’t give an ounce of my time
All of you niggas is bitches, the women you want don’t eem know you’re alive
Spirits don’t mix with religion, but somehow this water keep turning to wine
Thank you Jesus for all of the bullets I’ve dodged
All of the charges you dropped, all the convictions you stopped
All of the sin in my vision, but I’m still delivered, eternally grateful one day at a time
Before you give up, my nigga, give it a try
You living a lie, I’m livin’ to riot

Chorus

Mid morning blunts just to ease the pain (2x)

Wake up, bake up (2x)

I got niggas on my back, yea yea
Couple hoes on my back, yea yea
Bill collectors hit line, yea yea
I don’t really have the time, yea yea

Outro

I got niggas on my back, yea yea
I got hoes on my back, yea yea
Bill collectors on my line, yea yea
No tengo any time, yea yea

Más vale tarde que nunca
Peace and much love to ya