Bad Habits

I'm a rapper from the southwest

Understand the dialect

I'm rapping till my lungs rupture out of my chest

New J's after payday with 0's behind the checks

So much damn dough that I stumble up on the next knot

Let the bread drop

Then stock up the next notch

Damn bitch I'll battle for the next spot fuck a red stop

Sign, better sign me up instead till my bones break

I've raised steaks, and cups full of change

And up till this day

It's been money over fame