Zeberland - $4.70 / Half Off Freestyle

I got 4 dollars 70 in the bank
That's 4.70 in the tank or 4.20 on dank
Apartments kicked me out cuz they found done my chickens
I guess it's what I needed tho for a time I lost my mission
Caught up in the bag forgot I supposed to be spittin
Lost in the visions with villains and high ambitions
But now I gotta work cuz we in a new division
That damn school Keep calling about missed tuition
Had to take some time off let my mind get filled in
When I'm coming back Zeberland's in the building
Full grown still pushing kids cuz we children
Same dumb shit only thing is they filming
Mmm what make it better
Slice a chunk a hunk cheese off that block of cheddar see
Smoke 'em till they sting off my feet light as a feather B
I'll sock a bitch up in the feet these Italian leathers G
Wiki wiki fresha till death select ya
This the new era coming round with the pressura
I'm failing class but I smoke with the professor
F is the closest I can get to my Letter, Z

Same dumb shit only thing is they filming
The same dumb shit only thing is they filming

I got 4 dollars 70 in the bank
That's 4.70 in the tank or 4.20 on dank
Apartments kicked me out cuz they found my fucking chickens
Guess it's what I needed tho for a time I lost my mission
Caught up in the bag forgot I spost to be spittin
Lost in the visions with villains and high ambitions
But now I gotta work cuz we in that new division
And fuck that school cuz they ain't gettin they tuition
Aye sorry man cuz I ain't never come class
Better Put me out to graze always been a fan of grass
Instead of being responsible would rather be an ass
So I hop up to the Circle K grab a blunt and gas
Deal with fake problems like some water in a flask
So hydrate ya ass bass bomb in a bath
Uhh
First day of class ate some paper ain't my path
Spent my time smoking and tripping of them tabs

Yea yea
Fuck the man, that's who I am
The one to really do it just because they said I can't
Goddamn
Fuck the man that's who I am
Just heating up then they took me out the pan
Goddamn
Fuck the man, that's who I am
A real crowd pleaser if they pay that's Uncle Sam
Goddamn
Fuck the man that's who I am
Goddamn
Fuck the man that's who I am

Aye
I'm back like some heartburn after Italian food
Took a couple steps wrong direction final move
Chewing bad words like gum maybe stuck to shoes
Fermenting juice cuz I can't afford the goose
Yea
But I don't need that to get loose
Looking for some fungus keep your eyes out under spruce
Taught me that there ain't no fucking race just black and blue
How we the people and them mother fuckers getting used
Uhh
But this ain't no politics
This just me being politicking bitch
Like why they talking sideways
But they ain't ever take them fucking highways
Sticking to them back roads
Having kids go slow
But I'm the best out here solo
Words on the drop that's a stick call it pogo

Written by:
Tanner Simkins, Zeb Halbert

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