I put in work in the holiday
I gotta go get it right away
From the bottom, gotta find a way
Mama said, "We gon' see brighter days"
We get so high, 'cause we seen the low
What goes in my head nobody knows
Anxiety keep me on my toes
You can lie to me, but I already know
Niggas ain't ate, so they keep a nine
Niggas gon' hate because deep inside
They know they dead, they don't feel alive
Rather be dead than have never tried
Fuck what I want, it's 'bout what I need
High off tequila and drunk off weed
My world is different, can't come inside
My niggas with it and so am I

My niggas with it and so am I
That ain't our crib, but we go inside
Riskin' my life for a dollar sign
Gotta make sure that my child survive
It's not what I want, but it's what I need
I pray to God nobody gotta bleed
If they gotta bleed, hope nobody sees
They gon' have to go, like the light is green
God gotta know that I got a soul, but my pockets low
And I gotta see that I gotta feed
So I cock this low and try not to sneeze
So I count to three 'fore I break down this door
Say a prayer to the Lord
Lord please forgive us for our sins

I put in work in the holiday
I gotta go get it right away
From the bottom, gotta find a way
Mama said, "We gon' see brighter days"
We get so high, 'cause we seen the low
What goes in my head nobody knows
Anxiety keep me on my toes
You can lie to me, but I already know
Niggas ain't ate, so they keep a nine
Niggas gon' hate because deep inside
They know they dead, they don't feel alive
Rather be dead than have never tried
Fuck what I want, it's 'bout what I need
High off tequila and drunk off weed
My world is different, can't come inside
My niggas with it and so am I

And right now I'm feelin' it more than ever
It's December, it's one of the coldest winters before Christmas
My son so gifted, but that's not enough
He deserve the world, how I'm gonna get it?
Durin' pandemic, my girl got fired
Tats on my neck, so I can't get hired
Wasn't blessed enough to grip a mic
Wasn't meant to ball 'cause I ain't got the height
So that's that, I put down the mop and I pick up a map
I'ma find out where the rich niggas at
Somehow the one percent gonna get taxed
I know some boys in positions that match
So round 'em up, we pray to Jesus no one gets to bleedin'
Sadly it's eat or be eaten
It's not what we wanted, it's what we needed (damn)

I put in work in the holiday
I gotta go get it right away
From the bottom, gotta find a way
Mama said, "We gon' see brighter days"
We get so high, 'cause we seen the low
What goes in my head nobody knows
Anxiety keep me on my toes
You can lie to me, but I already know
Niggas ain't ate, so they keep a nine
Niggas gon' hate because deep inside
They know they dead, they don't feel alive
Rather be dead than have never tried
Fuck what I want, it's 'bout what I need
High off tequila and drunk off weed
My world is different, can't come inside
My niggas with it and so am I

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Writer(s): Cody Osiage, Joshua Moran, Samuel Kent Waldo