[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Rafael Casal]
I got my own lifestyle, lifestyle
[?] I want them right now
I could do so much with a nice style
A nice couple racks
Throw it to the homie Hodge
Tell him “cook another track”
I got my hustle from reluctant pimps, thug poets, and strippers hopin’ they could up their [?]
To marble counters in the big leagues
Motherfuckers ownin’ six speeds, quickly movin’ places where they friendly
I tell these girls they can rent me [?]
[?] could end up deadly, I’m heavenly like [?]
Pissed off, and disc jockeys [?] for never spinnin’ my shit, dawg
Lucifer, Lucifer
Got ‘em all, got ‘em all
Wishin’ they wishin’ they were more famous or not at all
But dicks and suckers are like a stain to armor
I’ll let them complain, then rub ‘em out your lane while you pour out some alcohol

[Chorus: Rafael Casal]
We gon’ pour out some alcohol
When your dead, dead, dead
We gon’ pour out some alcohol
I know I’m unpopular, I suppose
I notice they noticin’ when my wrists get froze
Don’t know me in the street, but they know me in the shows
These fake hoes are just here to keep me on my toes
[Verse 2: Rafael Casal]
Got a pistol I never wanna shoot, a few friends hope I don’t have to call
But if I gotta, know I surely would
Bein’ in and out the hood, standin’ misunderstood
On a stoop, real sucker-proof goons taught me how to brawl
Blowin’ smoke with folks who got smoked and are blowin’ in the wind
Wonder if I breath ‘em in when I hit the medicine? (Yes I am [?])
Most people don’t like me, but I keep shinin’ light on the ugliest sides of the highly underwritted, [?], powers who spite me
Who gives a fuck if you’re nice to me? Keep it icy
I’m cold, cold
Anyway, and really there hasn’t been a day where shit felt like it was meant for me
But I’m a taker, I’ll take it if you gon’ walk away
Grave is calling, but “stayin’ alive” is what the coffins say
Six feet ain’t shit, its sixteen
I was shit-faced and pissed with a teenage grip on a pre-made strip
Of a world overrun by pre-paid pimps
Tryin’ to hold me, and now I got hoes claimin’ that they know me
Sayin’ that they always wanted me, but flauntin’ fake accessories
From out the mall, tryin’ to bag a baller who gon’ pay for they alcohol

[Chorus: Rafael Casal & Daveed Diggs]
We gon’ pour out some alcohol
When your dead, dead, dead
We gon’ pour out some alcohol
I know I’m unpopular, I suppose
I notice they noticin’ when my wrists get froze
Don’t know me in the street, but they know me in the shows
These fake ( ah-huh) hoes are just here to keep me on my toes
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Ti- ti- ti- tipping’ on the tightrope
Gotta get that mon-ey, mon-ey
But a little too tipsy
This year has been a hell of a day
Lost family to slammers, luckily that temporar-ay
Lost homies to Luger laughter, when they chuckle they spray
That’s always and forever, this heat wave in the Bay
The block is burnin’, the clock is turnin’, they talkin’ [Ye?]
I'm Google Talkin’ with my chick, I ain’t seen her for days
Chicken that’s cluckin’ for my dick, I ain’t feedin’ her [?]
I’m busy feedin’ this feelin’, [?] for Henness-ay
I’m not a drinker, but its the rap game and I wanna play
I am a thinker and on the brink of a psychotic break
With words, I tinker and hope they link up successfull-ay
Once in succession, success is out of the question
We playin’ the game for losers who wanted that loose aggression
I’m loosin’ my grip and Rafa keep askin’ me why I’m stressin’
I’m tellin’ him that I ain’t and its really nothin’ that pressin’
Depression’s a bitch, ain’t she? Shouldn’t have called her number
But I was on one at the bar after losin’ another
Dreamer, [?], some blood, or a lover
Oh, fuck it. Let it all stall for a minute as I pour out some alcohol

[Chorus: Rafael Casal]
We gon’ pour out some alcohol
When your dead, dead, dead
We gon’ pour out some alcohol
I know I’m unpopular, I suppose
I notice they noticin’ when my wrists get froze
Don’t know me in the street, but they know me in the shows
These fake hoes are just here to keep me on my toes