Recession - Ya Boy

Now baby I can take you to Mars

But I ain’t got no gas in the car

You can walk right next door to the bar

You should just be happy just to fuck with a star

Now baby we can go to Brazil

But it’d be cheaper if we sat here and chill

I got a lot of problems and a whole lot of bills

Fuck what ya heard I’m just keeping it real

Seemed like yesterday I was in Malibu

Spending bucks and giving and gifts like Santa do

Now they ask me, «Ya Boy, why the attitude?»

I’m broke and I need some dollars bitch, you got a few?

My bitch tell me rap ain’t gon' work

I need to give it up and go put on a FedEx shirt

What makes it worse, I’m five thousand a verse

Without having a curse I’m ten, no one trying to spend

So I’m back to my momma house

She gave my room to my sister

Now I’m sleeping on the couch

And they ask what I frown about

Cause I’m the hottest on the west and I’m down and out

Now tell me, remember them diamonds on my wrist?

No more, yesterday I had to pawn that shit

I’m stressin, I got salad with no dressin

Was livin the life now I’m stuck in a recession

They just cut off the water in my building

Bathing out of water bottles not a good feeling

No bitch I ain’t got no sugar you can borrow

Let me get a candle cause my lights get cut off tomorrow

No food in the refrigerator

Just Kool-Aid and some KFC mashed potatoes

Can somebody call an exterminator?

This cockroach just stole my pack of Now and Laters

Tattoos on the front, back and side of me

Now honestly, what job gon' hire me?

Man, this rap shits fucked up

It seem like everybody having tough luck

Pull out the bicycles put the gas pumps up

The gasoline prices baby that what’s up

I need a good meal and I need a hair cut

My pockets inside out nigga and what

Even chicken is expensive

It’s six dollars just to egg a nigga winda

And drive-bys cost too

So they on bicycles doing what they gotta do

Look, my bitch say she want Mr. Chow’s

I turned around and looked at her like «Bitch, how?»

I can’t even afford to wax your eyebrows

It’s hotdogs on the stove girl pipe down

I went from the green leaves to the Black & Milds

And I done went from the iPhones to the burn outs

Polly seeds and corn nuts got me turned out

But anything goes when you in a paper drought

I’m tired of rap niggas talking what they paper 'bout

When they ain’t got enough dough to start a bank account

Got money better know that it’s a blessing

Let’s see how long you can survive this recession