TO THE GRAVE

[Chorus]
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
Knowing I'mma get paid on my way to the grave
Hard to keep track, I suppose Imma waste it
Going downtown, all my friends getting wasted

[Verse]
Uh, my vacation, all that I'm taking
I don't need your trash beat pack
Fuck your placement
Got the loud pack out back for the cravings
I am Jack Black, put your face to the pavement
Fuck it now my voice is worse
Suck it, all your flows are washed
Boutta drive bucket to the dealership and cop a Porsche
Pull up and I pop the doors
Enter female Labradors
I don't speak broke
Only code you talk is in Morse
Closed I keep it indoors
Fashion wanna endorse
Freshman list can ignore
Whilst your bitch trynna implore me
Stand on my money, I'm so tall she can't ignore me
You stand on yours, you a Lanez you looking Tory

My rollie go Tick Tick Tick
She grab on my Dick-ick-ick
She suck like a Tick-ick-ick
When I'm with your girl she ask me to
Take a flick-ick-ick
Flick it like a Bic-ic-ic
Camera Phone go click-ick-ick
You look like a lick-ick-ick
Little boy a prick-ick-ick
Music make me sick-ick-ick
I'mma throw your cap in the air
Like I'm Bobby bitch
All of my conglomerates
Chilling getting Roddy Rich
Type that make yo palmy itch
Leave you with no pot to piss
With confidence

[Chorus]
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
Knowing I'mma get paid on my way to the grave
Hard to keep track, I suppose Imma waste it
Going downtown, all my friends getting wasted
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
Knowing I'mma get paid on my way to the grave
Hard to keep track, I suppose Imma waste it
Going downtown, all my friends getting wasted