Greater Later - J-Zone, Devin the Dude

It’s gonna be greater later

It’s gonna be fine

It just take a little time

Damn cousin.

Why you eatin' a turkey neck sand which for?

What’s on your mind nigga?

Shit

Spittin' out the spinal cord of a turkey neck

Waitin' for the phone to ring but ain’t no work yet

Get up off the couch, take a shit and I think

Of how I’m gonna go the whole day without a drink

While I’m writin'

I get excited about the weed that I have

Up two days straight, maybe I need me a bath

It seems that I’m trapped

In a life that I love

I might get a buzz

You know acceptance from the critics and skeptics

I hop off in the car, but the car won’t start

My transmission needs fixin'

My shit won’t go forward

So I reverse it all the way to the shop

And get out

I ask him to fix it (naw, no dice man)

Check my brakes, it’s hard to stop

(Hell no nigga, gimmie my money)

I jog back to my house

I ask him to hold onto my keys

I’ll pay you man, c’mon please

It’s 32 degrees

And all I have is this turtle neck sweater

And this cold weather

I know it’s gonna get better

Damn man.

I definitely can relate to you.

I’m goin' through some shit myself

Give me a little bit of that turkey neck sand which.

It looks pretty good

Fuck it

I dig deep into my pockets all my bucks is spent

I’m diggin' deeper and still comin' up with lent

I got three parking tickets

That’s three fifteen

I owe the city, so I go hustle some beat CDs

Gave out ten last week

Sounds sweet to me

But they all wantin' beats for free

I need cash and a 9 to 5 ain’t an option to get some

I’ve been fired more times then George Jetson

So I’m waitin' by the phone

Can I speak to J-Zone

Talkin' bout he paid me a G to come and play this show

I’m out the door

In the route to Manhattan

And my car is overheatin' on Canal

The hood is smokin'

Stuck in traffic

And ain’t no antifreeze so I use tap water

That should hold me till I see this promoter

And get my scratch from him

Hit the stage, grab the mic and get booed

I don’t give a fuck

I just took advice from the Dude

I just smiled, took a bow and took a pee in the crowd

Went to go get my show fee so I can be out

But the promoter done split

Ain’t that some shit

And I’m hungry for a tuna fish sand which with chips

And I’m diggin' through my pockets for some Subway clips

You need eight to get a freebie but I only got six

I got clowned by some bitch

«I heard you sick of bein' rich»

Say, «Hey bitch, let me borrow

Ha, I’ll pay you back tomorrow»

It’s ahhhh…

Yo man fuck it.

My car is in the shop

My hoes are lookin' chopped.

I don’t care though