Ambitions Songtext
von Lute

I′d much rather rap or sell drugs than to do this shit forever

We either playing ball or landing jobs
Come to playing ball, my shot off like Cheddar Bob

And I'd much rather rap or sell drugs than work two to twelve
Just to miss the number twelve bus
′Cause I overslept, two to the double, I just work
Tryna get this work, made it out the mud
Now we in the dirt like McGurk
See me on squirt, nigga, where the work?


Came across this jug 'cause my pockets hurt
And see I'm, I′m far from the trap rapper
But I′m strapped like a Eastpak on a backpacker in
Ohio, wish it really wasn't that way and
This the life we live when we come up on the four then
Rob a nigga blind, niggas pose with your Michael Kors
In the latest sauce with the Porsche like it′s Fast Four
Fast forward, we ain't on the block no more
Now fast forward, Lord, we don′t punch no clock no more

Shit
What time is it?
Damn, I'm late for work