Текст песни 24/7 - Wallace

I was chilling in that backseat
Selling dope this past week
Made a little bread
But that shit was not enough for me
Don't matter how you get it
Why you care just how I'm living
Hope you don't look up to me
I'm writing while I'm shitting
Bars getting heavy
But them ceilings getting raised
Worried about my rent
But them bills is getting paid
Look how much I made
Catch me falling when I check out
Malice at the palace
Had me balling with the mac out

24/7 Struggle hustle every day
Fucking on this bitch I don't even know her name
24/7 Struggle hustle every day
Talk a lot of shit bitch you ain't getting paid

Money is imbalance
Fuck I look like taking hand out
Do it with no practice
Even when they yelling man down
So I'm tired of the bullshit
Tilting open holy packs guess I'm fully loaded
So I'm worried about the revenue
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nothing new
Severed me a track
Got you tuning in like super glue
Oh, oh, oh, yo showing true colors
Found out you a rat only fuck with me for numbers
If I had no dreams would you even look at me
Sprouting a new seed tell you what I really need
Bottom of the trees climbing up is only fees
So its destiny be the best that I can be

I was chilling in that backseat
Selling dope this past week
Made a little bread
But that shit was not enough for me
Don't matter how you get it
Why you care just how I'm living
Hope you don't look up to me
I'm writing while I'm shitting
Bars getting heavy
But them ceilings getting raised
Worried about my rent
But them bills is getting paid
Look how much I made
Catch me falling when I check out
Malice at the palace
Had me balling with the mac out
24/7 Struggle hustle every day
Fucking on this bitch I don't even know her name
24/7 Struggle hustle every day
Talk a lot of shit bitch you ain't getting paid