[Verse 1: Murs]
I always knew life could be super short
Ever since they busted out the super sport
Brevity, levity, bitter I could never be
Young for a n***aaa born in the late seventies
Heavenly, my wife cause she loves me in spite
Of all the crazy sh**ttt I be saying when we fight
[?] to my n***aaa locked up, now Reece home
Making music for the kids b**hhh we grown
Put your phone down, look me in the eye
Or you can talk that sh**ttt to another guy
I swear to God I would kick you in the bu*ton fly
And jump up and down on your skull ’till you f**kkking die
Y’all probably want to dance so ignore me
That club life ain’t ever been for me
Basic b**hhhes just bore me
If I got to buy you a drink you can’t afford me
[Hook: Murs]
Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks that’s the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something Jay-Z would say
I got two shots left in my twenty-two two step
Two shots left in my twenty-two two step
Two shots left in my twenty-two two step
Two shots left in my twenty-two two step
[Verse 2: Murs]
Deuce-deuce in my tennis shoe
Hood n***aaa brought a burner to the interview
Might catch a beef on the bus home
Tell them gang-bang bullies get the f**kkk gone
In my zone with a brand new playlist
Walked right past my ex didn’t say sh**ttt
Then I changed my mind like, “Ay b**hhh!â€
“Tell you new boyfriend he can’t [?] this!â€
Spent my last check on some new kicks
The rest at the movies on my new chick
I got fired on some bullsh**ttt
Snitch, f**kkk-boy that I never should’ve fooled with
I ain’t ever wrote a resume
But I had my cousin make me one yesterday
I need more hours and some better pay
Back when I was hustling that was something I would never say
[Hook]
[Verse 3: King Fantastic]
Ten toes down nineteen seventy-nine
Southern California [?] repping heavy with mine
These mother f**kkking actors are not [?]