ColdPizza

Yeah… same hoodie, different day.

Still broke. Still breathin’. Barely.

I wake up like, “fuck this again,”

Bills on the table, can’t find a pen.

Phone at 2%, no gas, no friends,

But I still look clean when I’m ridin’ through the end.

Yeah, I’m broke, but I still talk shit,

Still drive that bucket like its brand new whip.

Still flip the bird when I pass that bitch,

Life’s a joke, I just laugh, don’t trip.

I got cold pizza sittin’ on my dash,

One headlight and a check engine flash.

Cop pulled me over, said “boy, you trash,”

I said “yeah, I know — now gimme some gas.”

Yeah, I’m broke, but I still talk shit,

Still drive that bucket like it’s brand new whip.

Still flip the bird when I pass that bitch,

Life’s a joke, I just laugh, don’t trip.

They say “get money,” I say “get lost,”

I been spendin’ time, not countin’ the cost.

They flex on the ‘gram, I flex with exhaust,

Rust on the frame, but the soul still bossed.

Yeah… life’s ugly, I ain’t fixin’ it,

Just duct-tape the pain, then I’m dippin’ quick.

Shit don’t change, it just gets more slick,

Still broke, still chill — that’s my magic trick. Team sesh bitches!