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[Verse 1]
It's a spring day
I'm lookin' bummy
I'm hella hungry
My boss called an hour ago
He said fuck me
I guess it's okay
Cause I'm feelin' lucky
To be alive, even though I got no money
No honey neither, I'm on my lonely
I must be K-Dot cause they want my dick for free
Throw shade and I'll throw out a four piece
I don't take shit no more, but I'm still screamin' "peace"
The least I could do for y'all is put out my tracks
I feast on wack rappers, if I fall I bounce back
I been down on some lows lately
No one to call baby, got me sayin' love's a fake thing
I'd make a ring out of her beauty but she wouldn't wear it
I'd write a song and sing it to her but she wouldn't care, it's...
Fine, I'm alright I swear
And if I ain't then get up out my lair
It's real talk hours

[Verse 2]
If I could sleep for twenty years then bet the fuck I would
I know I'm sad often, I know that shit ain't real good
They think I can't rap cause I ain't from the hood
We reppin' Spring Hill, like bitch, what's really good
I ride around in a beat up Camaro
Act like it's a foreign whip, I let the day go
My payroll might be weak, but no, not for long
I'll get rich and blow up right here off of this song