Honest Livin' (feat. Bryce Bowden)

East coast born Fed Way raised All those years was fake And now i live in realer days Can't afford real estate job can't afford to be late Lost a lil faith in God now these daemons demonstrate Fell in luv wit my music lyrics take me on a date Wit this ink that i spilled out this fuckin papermaker Break swisher boxes down like Crash Bandicoot break crate Then proceed what i need Consume weed and lose weight And im tryna make a honest living They try to take me all for what i got I try to make a honest living They try to take me all for what i got Try to make a honest living They try to take you all for what you got Try to make a honest living They gonna take it How much do it take To realize who is fake Like Lil Wayne I'm on my grind and i don't really skate For Pete's sake it's Steelakejake The same dude who used to make them Kush brownies Out his lil sisters Easy-Bake Yo i done seen some broke down Low downtown crackheads it sound weird But the only way they come up they crack heads Wit that said i done seen some rich niggas in LV Flip crystals it's gymnastics what they tell me But I'm somewhere in between some know what i mean It's like being a orphan of a king and a queen Coming from greatness but don't really know it I'm tryna make moves and I'm not tryna blow it Like a bizomb or something of that nature Got to get my cake up without paying a baker Ball like the two four Laker Celebration reservation Got to rock steady cause not everything confetti In the Faddy And I'm tryna make a honest living They try to take me all for what i got I try to make a honest living They try to take me all for what i got Try to make a honest living They try to take you all for what you got Try to make a honest living They gonna take it They trying to take me all for what i got I'm tryna make a honest living Either die or keep living sometimes a hard decision I make cuts like an incision I just stunt and push the vision I'm everything that everybody isn't We everywhere that you could never visit The vocab and diction why we're distant and different I'm one of the crew you one of the bitches You run of the mill we one in a million Money in the ceiling money on the road I got to get it If it's money in the duffle bag Then Uncle Sam can't get a pension I handle work like a hustler pitching My bro on the stove who gone do the dishes Push 8 no 401K no pension for pimping They try to take it out my pocket before i get it That's why i hate these fuckin rappers All about a gimmick And why i keep one middle finger up to all the critics