Lyrics Couldn't Be Me - Hitman Heazy

I want the front end and back end
Still got crust on my eye lashes
Phone been feeling like a cactus
I don't answer I'm at practice
Coach got us getting these laps in
Bitch I ball you see the backspin
You see focus we tapped in aye
Keep my queen on a king mattress
Know that I ain't sleeping though
Kick it and score that's a field goal
Frosted my flakes like it's Kellogg's
Serial killer flow I need a big bowl
Quit crying over spill't milk
Or the flowers cause they gone wilt
Water been filled
But it didn't shield
The bigger hand that life dealt
Dropping new shit like a land field
See the way that they done organized it
Wanna double stack and supersize it
Only Frito Lay bags for the side chicks
Are you still there showing on the Netflix
No empty box showing on the check list
We the Reebok's pumping all the best shit
Goldie lox we some bears bout our breakfast
Got crossed and haven't talked since Xmas

Ain't rest for the weary rather be richer than poorer
Burnt orange sticker on the door
Grabbing lotto tickets at the store
Know when it drip then it poor
Draped in Philipp
Gas too loud for the snores
Rain too calm for the storm
Niggaz been sleep all morning
Past noon ain't no excuse for it
Nah it couldn't be me
Nah it couldn't be me

She Need sandals cause I'm tied up
Got some incense on the mantle and they fired up
I told her sorry time is hard to divide up
Ain't no money coming in when we just lied up
I can't help I'm always improving my product
Money bags slowing creeping toward my eye ducts
So and so always kick it but they not us
See this life is like investing in a blind trust
I can't let all of these bills just pile up
Ain't about let em come and try to slide us
Letter from the IRS tryna file us
Stressed biting on her nails until she don't need a filer
I'm out north and we jumped off the porch
Member writing as I use to read the Source
Run through city like I'm holding up a torch
I don't need ya pity baby I need ya support
30 Years later and my parents got divorced
Gotta really know who you really riding for
Gotta really know that you really ready for it
Cause you could jump ship at any of these ports
Hate for this to end up in the courts
Arguing until we going horse
Always going back and forth got me out of sorts
Always going back and forth got me out of sorts
Nah it couldn't be me

Ain't rest for the weary rather be richer than poorer
Burnt orange sticker on the door
Grabbing lotto tickets at the store
Know when it drip then it poor
Draped in Philipp
Gas too loud for the snores
Rain too calm for the storm
Niggaz been sleep all morning
Past noon ain't no excuse for it
Nah it couldn't be me
Nah it couldn't be me