You gotta get up in the morning take your heavy load And you gotta keep goin' down the long black road They used to tell me boy you ain't goin' nowhere With your cheap guitar and your big long hair You gotta realize all your responsibilities You gotta

Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away Let me hear a single word that you say Are ya'll just mad at my dinero? All I gotta say You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero Can't get too close cause I'm real My temperature make you feel Keep it lit up and

Ten toes down Is you really riding, girl you know I gotta know now Yeah I took a couple of L's so you know I'm on the road now Keep a bad ass bitch and she always stay ten toes down And I keep a couple of hitters with me, always stay ten toes down

Middle finger to my haters, muhfucka why you hating? I'm gone I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga I'm gone Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone Even though I'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

I know you wanna love But I just wanna fuck And girl you know the deal I gotta keep it real I know you wanna see I know you wanna be In my B-E-D, grinding slowly I'ma rain on a bitch Rollie wrist, I'm the shit

Keep'n it real Gotta big up all my peoples who be working on the future Though they know they gotta struggle To all my homies working on the 9 to 5 And doing right to keep themselves up out of trouble Although sometimes I know it seems impossible There

Let there be love Let there be music Let there be candlelight Let there be young hearts Sendin' up hungry sparks Love can be a game for two But a real love Take ya more than a lttle bit of time Ya gotta keep on makin' it

Baby, I ain't got no time for you (No Time, No Time) I gotta keep it all the way 100 I'm to busy chasing money Is you fucking with me? I'm really in the streets I don't want you to leave But if I gotta choose No, I ain't got no time for you So what am I

Really heavy shit Ion't gotta check the balance It keep adding up Count it (hoe) Count it (bitch) Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe) Blue bands in my luggage Wrist is bluebell with the ice hoe (ice hoe)

I'm looking for a mixed girl Oh, I can't believe it But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my wrist cause And we can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby