Used to sell shirts on Broadway
Used to have my booth set up in the hallway
Used to sell e-cig juice at a vape shop
Used to have to make a little money the wrong way
Used to sell bars, I wasn't even prescribed those
Used to be a prep cook, whipping the tacos
Used to keep the warehouse bumping like potholes
Used to hop the train now they pull up in Tahoes
Used to work the wood shop cleaning the floors up
Used to be in Port, I was throwing my 4s up
Used to treat Tetsu's car like a tour bus
Used to blast cigs when I couldn't afford lunch
Used to call Raf and shoot shit while I was on my break
Used to fix every heart I'd break
Used to dream about that mailbox money now it's all I make
It was my bread and butter back when that was all I ate
Maybe I'm used to it
I just ordered shordy for delivery
I could tell you all about my shit but I enjoy the anonymity
I don't tell the Uber driver much about my two jobs
I might get a safe, I started filling up my shoebox
Never wrote a song I couldn't do live
All my ladies shake it to this shit
I wanna feel like I'm in 2 Live Crew I
Labor over every little nuance
So if you gotta leave in the morning then love me two times
I don't even have to run game if I want it
I might not remember my name in the morning
I might not remember too much
I've been living so fast but it's never too much for me
I can't even slow down
I like all my shit upfront so that's the way it go down
Villa won't take reservations, had to go to Obao
Didn't pull my phone out
I got all my ducks up in a row now
Maybe I'm used to it