Thinking about a brighter day Instead of trying to find a way I'ma just smoke my day away Want to erase my life away I try to be blunt, but you're still confused Already told you once, I don't need you anymore I've never seen you guys sell anything I've never heard you on the radio How in the fuck do you expect to sell me or to tell me to pay rent? The rent is fifteen-hundred dollars a month, okay, boys? You're not making half of that, okay? I don't wanna see you anywhere around here I don't wanna see your trash try to talk to me about how You're, oh, rappers, oh, we make all this money Oh we got all this money, oh blah blah Yeah, get the fuck out of here, okay?