"millionaires vow of poverty" lyrics

Damn player, what's the word?
Chrome Cadillac Sunday-riding through the burbs
Eyes hanging low and I'm talking kinda slurred
Worried it's narcotics, got her tripping out and scared

I told her, "Nah, baby. It's just the meds for my nerves."
I ain't lose my mind yet but I been on the verge
Nah, I ain't get high yet but damn, I got that urge
I ain't in the sky yet but damn, I'm in the dirt
Even if it hurt

Fuck it I'ma work, work, work
Fuck it I'ma work, work, work

Couple fuckboys stole my Lamb
I ain't even mad, I just hope it fed his fam
Fake chrome, new home, down a couple mill in scams
Happiest I been is with the less shit that I had
Put the cross up on my back to take my mind up off the stabs

Damn, AM-working on my jab
Thinking of my paw paw every time I throw them hands
Damn, sometimes I cry so hard I laugh
Tryna pull me down but I'm still picking up the tab

I done came down in a candy marble slab
I done came down in a rehab mini van
I was on tour having seizures with no Xans
I was on tour stealing workers' Ativans

Life feel like a trance, I been disassociating
Mr. Missing Man, I been gone off medication
Fuck a black and white, we too grey for segregation
Coming from deprivation got me over-compensating

All this contemplating
I been more than isolating
Generation AI taking hammers to the faces
Once the mask off, who am I really? Can I face it?
That thirst that you been tryna quench is God. Can you taste it?

Shit, eating oatmilk with some Cheerios
NyQuil kicking up, vocals drop a couple semitones
My girl love some tea like Jenny Jones
Fort Wayne Mills Lane, I'm in this bitch hollering, "Let's get it on!"

Fuck it, I'ma work (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'ma work (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'ma work (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'ma work (Yeah)
Work (Let's go), work
Fuck it, I'ma work (Let's go)
Work (Let's go), work
Fuck it, I'ma