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I should, I should Clean the crib, vacuum Tidy up the bathroom, so and so But I don't fucking want to I should, I should Get off of liquor Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym I know, but I don't fucking want to Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles Get up with my people And talk the shit That's what I'm gon' do I'm repping Killer City Committee, Ubi and Godemis Info Gates and Jay and I pray they give us acknowledgement We ain't get the cred for no institutions or colleges The bill ain't never chill and I bet you could never swallow it Analyzing honest department like a psychologist The fact that I ain't feeling like cleaning is clearly obvious I'd rather call the homies, make music with them and polish it Drink some Hennessy like teh grill up and get it poppin' bitch I can feel the weight on my shoulders and added stressors Sometimes I wanna slip and recluse when I feel the pressure Then I might buy a bottle of Jack, he who's my protector Letras de cancionesSkate reality for hours and land on a different sector People be asking bout what I'm finna do when I get off of work and I'm out of the suit I tell 'em often I get it, I gotta get right, so I'm probably calling my crew I feel like I'ma deserve and I'm playing some hooky like I ain't got nothing to do Don't feel like answering nobody' messages, don't take it personal, I'm in a mood Who wanna hit the gym? (I'll catch) Who wanna get it in? (I'll catch) Who wanna hit the club? (I'll catch) Who of you in love? (I'll catch) Man, where you been hiding? (I don't know) Man, where you been jiving? (I don't know) Man, where you gon' be at? (I don't know) Man, where we gon' see that (I don't know, nigga) I'm out of myself, let me digress I can't even buy no time to do nothing, so I invest Every single second I get, I'm nothing but my utopia I lay it all to rest as I step off this fucking podium I should, I should Clean the crib, vacuum Tidy up the bathroom, so and so But I don't fucking want to I should, I should Get off of liquor Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym I know, but I don't fucking want to Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles Get up with my people And talk the shit That's what I'm gon' do I'm cleaning out this toilet with the toilet brush and boiling up Yo, I don't wanna do this shit I guess I'm just annoyed as fuck But even when I'm slacking Never lacking, boy, don't point at us I'm poisonous, enjoy the rush Smoking double jointed, tough Snake and Bat anointed us Now I'm playing the politics Make a speech, ignite my base When I part my apocalypse Diplomacy is paramount Pray I never cock a fifth Been it like a rap so good, I shouldn't have to wash a dish Now I'm sopping wet Elbow deep in the sloppy mess Othello bleak Knocking chest, way they whine, make a cello weep Chalk it up, pay the fine Watch her step in these mellow streets Talking tough, say goodnight Save your breath and don't "Hello" me My fellow, we not coming inside if we don't smell no tree Check out my melody Y'all don't know my L-O-C A-T-I-O-N, smoking that cigarrelosweet I was chopping Zillow while y'all was still on that pillow, sleep Rapping like you' real OG's Keep it real, don't teeth You don't back it like Bilbo B You don't get it cracking like emojis In the bathroom acting like we don't see Talking flat Earth, acting like B.O.B Fuck around I'll sacrifice 3-4-3s You don't know about my appetite, we gon' eat Motherfucker, I eat I'm about to get up and get into something Call up the Killer City Committee Get some lunch and maybe smoke a bone Right, one or two I'm swinging through before we get into it deep Gotta couple of things to do I should, I should Clean the crib, vacuum Tidy up the bathroom, so and so But I don't fucking want to I should, I should Get off of liquor Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym I know, but I don't fucking want to Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles Get up with my people And talk the shit That's what I'm gon' do The name is Donnie Hathaway King, I'm seen as the Deevil Contrary to belief, I don't beef with too many people And odds are getting even, so see that nothing is equal And I'm lost in the Sahara, it flares with a desert eagle Running like Steve Seagulls, some people peep and think I'm a bitch Dirty as they come and don't wonder if my vagina itch Try'na get a hit but you swing at whatever kind of pitch I make America great again when I get behind a chick Cast the afrid melons spent hella time in the basement All these rappers getting signed, but they'll never find a replacement The man that's in the mirror can see it clearer and face it And welcome it with open arms when it's time to embrace it Honor Killer City, sin is suicidal to an idol who would try to do the right I might've threw a dude right into the light Do it true to life, you can cue the lights Newly to enlight and the crew is tight Knew if you would bite, cause they suck a bunch I be telling 'em keep they hands up They be on the wrong end of a sucker-punch You wanna get ate up? (Oh my) You wanna get ate up? (Oh my) Hoping that you wake up (Oh my) You hoping, if you break up (Not I) We stacking the fucking paper (And why?) I'm hoping that you hate us (Stand by) Local M-O go K-I-M and I D-O-Y Oh my, fry Was so underrated, and I made it over it You don't know how to roll so you been promoted to blow a dick 30 is the brand new 20, still on some Hov' or shit The Cru just did a doozy with Coolie Ooh wee, it's over bitch From Letras Mania