
lute - paychecks (intro) lyrics
[verse]
another day, another dollar
we just tryna provide
another day, another drama
couple shots in the sky
’cause every day was fourth of july
minus the ambulance, news, cameraman
pan to the homicide
look at mama cry, pray to god i see 25
knock on wood, wood grain wheels strolling through the hood
sitting proper like a n-gg- should
gold chain with the cross like a hater jug
they like lute, drop another mother f-ckin’ mixtape
you ain’t got sh-t to prove, i got sh-t to do
plus, my rent is due so i [?] i -ssume
you gon’ pay my dues for my lease is up
ain’t got sh-t to prove, i got sh-t to do
baby mama trippin’ bout some formula
contemplating robbing banks and hold ’em up
f-ck my 9 to 5, but my lights is on
bright enough to write this song where i belong
like f-ck it, what’s that ruckus in the trunk, bruh
lute, where the f-ck that sh-t that can b-mp, bruh?
true, all i spit is real, hope that you can feel
whether it be my pain or how a n-gg- live
now a n-gg- back, back up in the trap
preciate the love, so i love you back
even when my home ain’t where the love is at
i’m just tryna feed my daughter, n-gg-, f-ck a rap
[outro]
lord, i can’t ever catch a break
i can’t depend on this sh-t here to save me
’cause a lately i been working up a scheme
i can’t spend my life chasing no paycheck
lord, i can’t ever catch a break
i can’t depend on this sh-t here to save me
’cause a lately i been working up a scheme
i can’t spend my life chasing no paycheck
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