[Verse 1] 9-5 wasn't getting my bills paid I got an on-time God but my payments still late An artist living colored with way too many palettes That's why my account got an overdrawn balance
What's gon' happen when Obama not president Or when my mama get kicked out her residence Foreclosure Homeless no sir Even if it means I gotta serve that work
A few seconds from moving a couple pounds Fighting against the system may lose me a couple rounds Now tell me how am I supposed to keep my head up When times are down but I need to get this bread up
A couple friends didn't make it to see 21 They say the problem is it's way way too many guns But when you used to the news in newsfeed Shit becomes old news Now it's way too many numb
It's way too many of em Raise up the minimum Wage But reduce their hours for the day Then tell 'em that ever since we raised yo pay up We can't afford you so be on your way bruh
Now it's back to the hustle Still hoping that God love you If you get locked up You hope ya ma still hug you Now it's back to the block Run away from the cops Cops shoot cause they Claimed that you lunged for the Glock
And they want my people dead I swear Just so it can hit the news and send the ratings through the air Another one dead but we have no answers So tune in tomorrow so we stack this cash up
Gon' compare me to 'Ye for this shit Bougie bitches sip you some 'Dre to this shit Bro say they waited all day for this shit God damn Mari you so cray for this shit
[Chorus] The simple things are all you need But life ain't been so simple And I just wanna be Paid Mama
Wanna provide for you now Cop that brand new ride for you now You sacrificed so much for me and Now I wanna give a good life to you
Hey mama, I'm paid mama Hey mama, I'm paid
[Verse 2] We had registered late back in 2005 And 11 years later we still barely alive They say fake 'til you make it Well I'm too broke to fake it A pro at being broke but too proud to be basic
I just wanna live my so I can do my dance Told Sallie Mae that Jesus my financer He'll provide and give you everything that you need Just dial 8-7-7 GOD-nah nah nah
Cause I didn't ask for yo degree See I just asked to be free But what I get a piece of paper and some weed Cause it's stressful when these people looking crazy at me
Don't matter I graduated See I'm still a nigga And I'm still a victim of racial profiling Done lost my religion and became more spiritual To understand his miracles The love unconditional
Race, creed, color Love unconditional Straight, gay lovers Love unconditional Men, women, in between Love unconditional For rich or for poor The loves unconditional
Love other people how you love your own And then as a whole maybe we can move on If not, then we shall see A lack of peace, leading to uprising in the streets
[Chorus] The simple things are all you need But life ain't been so simple And I just wanna be Safe mama
I wanna live life for you I wanna pay that price for you Because you gave life to me and now I wanna give a good life to you
Hey mama, I'm paid mama Hey mama, I'm paidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
