[Verse 1: Just Chuck]
Uh, this is it, this is it
Y’all been waitin’ on a nigga, man, y’all deserve a tip
This is it, this is it
Y’all been waitin’ on a nigga, man, y’all deserve a tip
Nah, the track didn’t skip
I just said that shit twice to make sure it made sense
‘cause everybody hears, but not everybody listens
Only if it’s club songs and only if you dissin’
Yeah, real shit over bullshit
And fuck the radios with a pool stick
But Clay and B-Ray, y’all my brothers
Sadly I can’t sit and say the same about them others
Man, fuck ‘em, ‘cause as of now we got a problem
They all got a virus ridin’ dick without a condom
Can I get my song played at 6 o’clock like Jon Connor?
This a bad time to ask, oh shit I got bad timin’
Uh, not again, man
A gift and a curse from being real, damn
But if I don’t say it it probably won’t be said
And it’s gon’ be this way to the end, whether alive or dead
Life’s a bitch no one ever gets to keep
And I got a list of goals people said I’d never reach
When you do everything yourself it takes longer to complete
And the hours of the day are getting shorter as we speak
And now that’s why my Sprite pink, so I can...
[Hook: Just Chuck]
Just slow it down
I’m going out
(Repeat 3x)
[Verse 2: Just Chuck]
Man this is all too real
Rap’s changed, it has a all-new feel
There used to be a time where you get signed off skill
Now the wackest muhfuckas getting all-new deals
And even if I don’t got some all-new wheels
I guarantee them hoes will wanna fall through still
‘Cause she just wanna on his way up to the top
And I’m so caught up in the moment I can’t even her “Stop” so
Go ‘head girl, show me what you workin’ with
Then she dropped it to the floor and started twerkin’ it
Ass clappin’ like somebody having church in it
Then I told her throw it back so I could worship it
Ay man, then I started prayin’
Please excuse me ‘cause I’m rarely ever faded
Sometimes it gets to me that I still haven’t made it
After all this hard work, it’s ‘bout time it started payin’... off
Like what’s it ‘bout to cost
Uh, this is it, this is it
Y’all been waitin’ on a nigga, man, y’all deserve a tip
This is it, this is it
Y’all been waitin’ on a nigga, man, y’all deserve a tip
Nah, the track didn’t skip
I just said that shit twice to make sure it made sense
‘cause everybody hears, but not everybody listens
Only if it’s club songs and only if you dissin’
Yeah, real shit over bullshit
And fuck the radios with a pool stick
But Clay and B-Ray, y’all my brothers
Sadly I can’t sit and say the same about them others
Man, fuck ‘em, ‘cause as of now we got a problem
They all got a virus ridin’ dick without a condom
Can I get my song played at 6 o’clock like Jon Connor?
This a bad time to ask, oh shit I got bad timin’
Uh, not again, man
A gift and a curse from being real, damn
But if I don’t say it it probably won’t be said
And it’s gon’ be this way to the end, whether alive or dead
Life’s a bitch no one ever gets to keep
And I got a list of goals people said I’d never reach
When you do everything yourself it takes longer to complete
And the hours of the day are getting shorter as we speak
And now that’s why my Sprite pink, so I can...
[Hook: Just Chuck]
Just slow it down
I’m going out
(Repeat 3x)
[Verse 2: Just Chuck]
Man this is all too real
Rap’s changed, it has a all-new feel
There used to be a time where you get signed off skill
Now the wackest muhfuckas getting all-new deals
And even if I don’t got some all-new wheels
I guarantee them hoes will wanna fall through still
‘Cause she just wanna on his way up to the top
And I’m so caught up in the moment I can’t even her “Stop” so
Go ‘head girl, show me what you workin’ with
Then she dropped it to the floor and started twerkin’ it
Ass clappin’ like somebody having church in it
Then I told her throw it back so I could worship it
Ay man, then I started prayin’
Please excuse me ‘cause I’m rarely ever faded
Sometimes it gets to me that I still haven’t made it
After all this hard work, it’s ‘bout time it started payin’... off
Like what’s it ‘bout to cost
( Just Chuck )
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