Rich & Jobless

[Verse 1: Marcus Ryan]
Shit, got to live with it, that's the moral now
Called my father and I asked if I could borrow time
Flower child on the soil, got the floral now
Guess I need to have patience when it's boiled down
Long hair, now the image hella coarse now
Bad bitch in here singin' "Northside"
Guess I gotta live with it
Guess I gotta turn water into wine
Sourdough from breadcrumbs, oh lord, I need to chill with it
I'm not out your league, I'm just not your speed
My God, my God, guess I'm steel footed
Bad bitch in here and she singin' off key
Green lighters, green lighters
Did you get the footage? Did you get the footage?
Had my name all on it like a fucking bullet
Even though I've never been, I swear I'm Cuba Gooding
Give you everything and more even though I shouldn't
I guess I'm hook to the galore, holy mackerel with it
Guess I'm treading thin ice, I brought the axel with it
Slow burn but goin' up, check my analytics
Shit, whatever life prescribes, bitch I'm living with it
Shit, whatever life

[Interlude: Marcus Ryan & Cyrus]
Woke up this morning, looked into the mirror, kiss myself
(Kiss myself, kiss myself, kiss myself)
Woke up this morning, told myself I'm living with myself
(With myself, with myself, with myself)
Yeah, and I've never had the funds, never got my way
Found it in myself, to give in all the way
This here my moment, ayy, this here my time
This here my moment, this here, uh, this here
Tell me something I want, spell it for me, no font
And baby, I am no saint, probably closer to Laurent
Woke up with some demons, but so did everyone
Living with my problems, and my calculations are done

[Verse 2: Cyrus]
Never was a confident dude
But then I checked a mirror, never mind man, I'm good
I ain't caught up in the trends, I'm never catchin' a flu
'Cause I'm already sick with it, the fuck I need you
Y'all too busy contemplatin', what some people sayin'
"Did you read the line? I think he meant it another way"
Is everything this complicated? Maybe shit just is the way it is
And you just basic so you make it complicated
Built some walls this morning for practice
I just like to burn them shits to ashes
I just like to swing my mallet and bust a nut sometimes
And watch a song become a classic
I just like to change the vibe and set moods
I just like to watch the way that you move
I just like to watch you when you try and rap my words
Because you know 'em better than I do
Me? I'm just a true spitter, go-getter, no bitter menace
And I got the type of smile that would thrill any dentist
Got a gold tooth comin' and a new whip comin'
Got the beamer in the cart, that's a two-seater, mama
I'm a beast on the mic, got a cheat code to life
On it every day, never takin' off a night
Got a light and it's shining like a strobe
Got the world in my hands, take a look at my globe
And I'm cool, watch me blossom, rich and I'm jobless
Turn me a bad thing to too many options
This one is easy, this what I needed
Reach out to Marcus like, "Give me a beat, bitch"
I'm just teasin', I could cry
I'm just happy you're the reason why
I was stuck and wishin' things would change
As soon as they did, I wrote this and smiled
Yeah-yeah