[Verse 1]
Ungh, at the window of the twenty-sixth floor
Seen a lot of money but i'm tryna see more
Met a lot of people tried to smoke with them all
Networking is key and i ain't talking no calls
Ungh, look at all of these broads
Running through events rubbing shoulders with the stars
Destiny is this and that's something i know sure
Cause i'm just a kid from Jersey but the part with no shore
Ungh, but they got a lot of crack for sale
And plenty ass whooping's for free [????]
MTV, it ain't all PG
And past one-twelve man it ain't all peachy
Youngins looking for cream tryna come up easy
And everything's a come-up when you come-up greasy
Ramen noodles and mac made easy
[?] pop you out your kicks [?] your head all [?]

[Hook]
Ungh, but tomorrow is another day
All out of sour so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze
Ain't been home in a couple days
But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin'
(x2)

[Verse 2]
Nikes by the fork with a airport crew-neck
Catch a n***a coming at my crew neck
On his face i two-step
How you like my dance moves?
N***as getting slapped up, bitches getting cancelled
Candy ass n***as like the house they held Hansel
Violate your crib and slap the pictures of the mantle
Now that's just belligerent
Gotta show these n***as you ain't ignorant
And that right there is so [?] and ridiculous
Sorry i don't compliment your n***a-ness
The white man put us down but we the final blow deliver us
Them we wonder why them n***as always wanna pick on us
Cause we walk around like our pants ain't never fitting us
Old enough to know, but young enough to still not give a fuck
Yeah i contradict myself, so what?
Balls in your throat slut
Gag, gag, gag 'Till you throw up
Know what? Never wanna grow up
Want the bread, cheese lettuce, hold the coldcut
[Hook]
Ungh, but tomorrow is another day
All out of [?] so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze
Ain't been home in a couple days
But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin'
(x2)

[Verse 3]
X's on my hand and wristbands from last night
I'm just tryna make it last, so i'm out here living each and every evening like my last night
Had to be a millionaire inside my past life
Boss life, whatchu know about it?
Pimp like how we go 'bout it
Make a n***a smack a hoe about it
Go and count some dough about it
Pull a hoe and make her blow about it
Swear to god this my last glass
Type to type to tell a mediocre bitch she [??]
Like a fart she can pass gas
But i ain't even gonna stroke that
Just make her blow me while i blow grass
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[Hook]
Ungh, but tomorrow is another day
All out of [?] so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze
Ain't been home in a couple days
But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin'
(x2)